Page 81 of Insatiable

A snake who still belongs to me.

“You plan on killing an entire gang for a girl who apparently cheated on you?”

I grit my teeth and try not to smash his face in. “Yes,” I reply as I throw open the door. “Did you manage to find out who called her back at the hotel?”

“No. The phone has a fucking steel barrier around it.”

“Keep digging.”

Barry doesn’t respond as he, too, gets out of the car and checks his ammo belt, hidden under his suit. I made him wear the same one as me, since the material takes most of the power from gunshots.

Fifteen guys follow us, but I have three more on standby and a sniper on the roof of the building across from the warehouse. Heavy-metal music plays from inside as we hack the gate.

Our steps are silent in the warehouse, our guns aimed as we take the stairs. I send some guys left, another group right, and Barry and three others follow me.

“Clear,” someone says through my earpiece as another says, “One down.”

I keep my gun raised, aiming forward as I side-step from a corner, the silencer muffling the shot I take. The bullet sinks into the man’s skull, killing him instantly. Four more go down, and we stick explosives to the walls.

Bernadette sent me to Russia for intense training with their armed forces, a group of soldiers working under her pay who didn’t hold back on torturing me while I learned how to fight, shoot, stab and resist interrogation tactics.

Barry stands beside me as I put away my gun and grab two blades, fisting the handles and signalling for my team to follow me.

I shove a knife under someone’s chin, ripping his jaw clean off, then stab him in the eye while covering his mangled mouth with my palm.

“Go to sleep,” I whisper in his ear as I yank the blade from his eye and slice it across his throat.

His body drops at my feet, and I step over it as I wipe my knife on his denim vest.

“The leaders will be in the basement,” I say to Barry. “Leave Crawley for me.”

As the elevator lowers, the rest of my team take the stairs down. I check my pistol is loaded then flip a blade in my hand while I wait. It was only hours ago I was in this shaft with Stacey, holding her in my arms to try to calm her down.

Now I’m covered in blood, adrenaline in my veins like a kid at Christmas Eve.

As soon as the elevator reaches the bottom, the sliding metal doors creak open, and gunshots are fired from both sides. The impact of a bullet hitting my armoured vest throws me into a wall, the searing pain stealing my breath away.

Before the dickhead can finish me off, I launch a blade at his face, and Barry breaks his neck.

We set a few more explosives as we run through the basement, shooting anyone and everyone. I dodge an axe coming straight for my chest.

Through my earpiece, one of my guys says, “Fuller is injured.”

I swear to myself and head towards them to find Fuller with a bullet wound in his chest.

“Keep pressure on it.” I point to one of my newest members. “Take him to our medic. Donotgo to the hospital.”

He agrees and heads off as Barry and three others stay on my left. We dodge and shoot, killing at least twenty gang members before we plant the last explosive.

The heavy-metal music is still playing, and as I load my gun, I absently nod along and whistle to the tune.

I grin at Barry like a crazy person. “Ready?”

“You’re insane – do you know that?”

“Yep.”

Blood stains my face, and Barry is almost unrecognisable under the crimson splatters on his. I signal for everyone to follow us out, and once the elevator has taken us back up – the metal doors barely stopping the bullets from penetrating them – I cut the power.

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