Page 60 of The Last Time You Break Me

“Because she is,” Dom grunted.

“Yeah, well, Dallas is waving around a severed arm and Dylan just high-fived it.”

“Oh please, that is nothing like the time you took a terrorist’s head and used it as the head of a snowman that one year on base when they actually cashed out and got us that snow machine.”

I tilted my head and pursed my lips. “Can’t argue with that,” I conceded.

“Match made in the depths of Hell you two are.”

“And we love it.” I smirked as I stood to my feet. “Let’s go.”

On the move, we circled the cottage until we found a back door unattended and stupidly unlocked. Guess the prick thoughthaving some booby-traps and some armed men were enough to keep the Wyelli family out.

Thankfully, we weren’t bloodsuckers, just blood lovers, and didn’t require to be invited in.

As we stalked inside, we searched the property in mission mode, everything was slow and calculated as our senses led the way. The sound of a shower drizzled in the far room and we prowled toward it.

A door opened and a male’s voice rang out, “Dave? Dave? What the fuck was that?”

“Knock, knock,” I whispered in a low and frightful tone.

“What? What the fuck was that? Who’s there?” Lucas cried in a voice that was working way too hard to sound hard and in control.

“Who’s there?” Dom sang back with a wicked gleam in his gaze as we shared a look of mutual destruction.

“Who? Who’s there?” Lucas cried once again, this time his voice faltered.

“Death. Death, kicking down your door,” Dom and I singsonged together as we both coiled and reared before kicking down the door. It flew off its hinges and flew inwards, smacking against Lucas as he smashed back into the steamed window of the cottage with enough force, the glass cracked.

“I’m going to butcher you, little boy, just like I butchered your daddy,” Dom sneered, all pretenses were gone as the bloodlust came for control. He lunged, pummeled, and pounded Lucas into a bloody mess. His nose was crooked, his eyes fused shut and his breathing slowed.

I leaned against the doorjamb, one heel kicked over the other foot as I stood chilled and relaxed allowing Dom to have his time.

I’d play later.

This man was going to feel every inch of my depravity for what he did to the woman that I love.

Dom was losing himself, savage in his pursuit for death and it was then I realized this wasn’t going to be some form of art for him like it normally was for people like us but in fact, he intended to kill Lucas with his bare hands alone.

I walked forward and gripped him by his bulletproof vest and yanked him away from the near lifeless man on the ground. “Dom enough!” I barked.

“Get the fuck off me, I’m going to kill this motherfucker!” he roared, uncontrolled as he fought my hold on him.

“The fuck you are,” I snapped. “You killed Frazier, Dom. You had your pound of flesh. This bastard? He’s all Lara’s.”

“No. No! He’s mine. He tried to take her from me. He tried to take my baby girl. I’ll kill him!”

“Exactly,” I snapped as I smacked him aside the head. “He made this personal. She needs this. This, Dom… is her closure. Her demon to slay.”

Lara

My Redemption - Halestorm

I was in a deep sleep. The world around me faded to a musical haze of absolute nothingness. A shrill cry echoed through my dreamscape and it almost sounded musical. An ominous horror that traveled the halls in a scary movie. I fluttered open my eyes, as I groaned into the pillow. My blurred gaze landed on a note the second my hand fell upon something silk. I woke up slowly, almost in a trance as I reached for the note, sat up, and stared at the dress that lay on my pillow a moment before I read the note.

Find me in the place it all started, love.

But this time, descend the stairs into the bowels of Hell.

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