Page 125 of Fall into Savagery

We would place our men to help Gabriel weed out all the fucking traitors.

But first, we needed to kill the fucking bastard.

I nodded my signal, and Maxim spoke into the microphone.

Two long seconds passed in silence, and then …

A boom rang out through the base.

Men shouted and came out of the base with guns blazing.

“Now!” I shouted.

All of my and Gabriel’s men came out and surrounded the building.

“Kill every fucker on site,” I yelled out. “No one lives.”

“Yes, sir!” Came the collected response.

I smiled and shot the first fucker that came at me, getting a direct hit in the head.

He fell, and I moved on to the next one and the next until my bullets ran out, and I threw the gun away, taking out the knife strapped to my waist.

I faced a big fucker. He charged at me, and I twisted out the way, though he still caught me on the waist.

I grunted and moved my hand there, feeling the wetness gathering.

Fuck.

Catalina was going to freak out when she saw this.

Stupid fucker.

I turned and threw my knife at him.

It clipped him on the shoulder, and I slammed him to the ground before he could recover.

His neck snapped from the impact, causing his head to bounce, and I pulled my arm back and punched him in the face, over and over and over again, until it was nothing more than a bloody mess.

I grabbed his knife and slit his throat.

Blood spurted and sprayed my face. I wiped it away with my arm and looked down at the unmoving body, my mind operating on autopilot.

It was easier to kill when you didn’t think.

I looked back to see Gabriel holding his own. He came up next to me moments later, blood coating his face.

Not his blood.

I threw a cloth from my pocket at him and turned to face the guards in front.

They took one look at us and threw their weapons down, kneeling.

I laughed and shot one while Gabriel took out the other.

There was no mercy in this world.

They lay dead on the ground, in a pool of their own blood as we busted the doors open, taking the lead.

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