Page 81 of Forever Midnight

I type out my response, resisting the urge to gloat about getting away, and gnawing on my bottom lip while I wait for a response. Several images pop up including photographs, tapes, and even one playing on a computer that turns my stomach as I look away.

“Jesus Christ, that’s my sister,” I grunt. “He’s a fucking animal.”

When I look up at Midnight, his beast has already taken over, his body vibrating with rage. His eyes glow, fangs shimmering under city lights. “I will destroy him,” he growls, and the sensation goes straight to my dick. Interesting kink I’ve developed.

“Thorn,” Yves says. “You take the front. Eros and Raphael, the guys in the back. The three of you can take care of the outside then join us inside.”

“Sweet,” Thorn says, rubbing his hands together.

Eros and Raphael simply nod.

“Syn, Bowie, you join me inside. There are more men guarding Vinni there. Midnight and Tru, we’ve got your backs.”

“Thank you,” I whisper.

Yves nods with a slight smile. “Ready?”

“So fucking ready,” Thorn says, nearly crawling out of his skin.

“Does he always get this pumped for violence?” I whisper.

“Yes,” everyone answers at the same time.

I’d laugh, but my nerves are too twisted. Midnight grabs my hand, squeezing as we watch Thorn, Eros, and Raphael creep into the darkness. While the other two slip around the sides and back, Thorn launches himself at the man by the door, his black trench catching in the wind. Blood and guts splatter against the brick wall of the building before the man can even scream.

“That’s our cue,” Yves says, leading the rest of us onto the scene.

The men outside are already nothing but bloody parts as we enter the building and the others drag the bodies inside. My nerves kick in as we silently ascend the stairs with Syn, Bowie, and Midnight surrounding me like a shield and Yves in front.

When we reach the top, I wonder how sturdy the cracked wood floors are. Loud rap music blares from a room at the end of the hall, where the only light emanates from. Yves turns to look at us, silently sending a message.

Midnight leans down and whispers, “We’re going in first to clear the room, then you have a straight shot to Vinni. Do you have your knife?”

I pat my front pocket. “Got it.”

“Are you okay?”

I nod, blowing out a breath. “This is it. This is the night I save my family.”

He smiles. “It is. Just remember, you are not alone.”

“I know.”

Syn kicks the door open and then all hell breaks loose. Guns fire and there’s a lot of grunting. By the time I’m in the room just seconds later, Syn, Bowie, and Yves are tearing through a throng of people while Vinni is gathering tapes, money, and drugs, tossing everything into a duffle bag.

Summoning the cocky part of me, I clear my throat. It helps that Midnight is right beside

me. “Where are you going, Vinni? I thought you were expecting me.”

Vinni’s head snaps up, his eyes wild. He’s clearly coked out. “Who the fuck are you?”

“Aw, now, Vinni, you’re gonna hurt my feelings. You don’t remember me? Tru De Palma.

You destroyed my sister. You tried to kill me a couple of days ago.”

“Oh yeah, the whore,” he mumbles, still acting like he doesn’t recognize me.

My blood boils. “Don’t call her that. You losers drugged her.”

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