Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 107376 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107376 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
Sirens sound in the distance, but they don’t mean anything to me.
Glancing up, I do a quick check.
Hunter is across the road, moving fast and efficiently. He’s fucking terrifying, but damn, I’m confident enough in my sexuality to admit when something is hot, and there’s no denying, when this man is in the zone, even I might consider dropping to my knees and sucking his cock. Judging by the way Lyra glances his way with an arched brow, she’s thinking the very same thing.
Someone swings at him, but Hunter catches his arm, redirecting the momentum until the guy’s nose is introduced to the side of the building. Even over the sound of gunfire, I can hear the satisfying crunch of bone against brick.
Another comes from behind, and Hunter doesn’t even look. He just knows, and a second later, he’s going down too. Meanwhile, Lyra is living up to her nickname. She’s an absolute savage, taking DeLuca’s men out one by one, all but tearing them limb from limb.
Blood is smeared across her chest, but from what I can tell, it’s not hers. She hasn’t got a single scratch on her.
Men reach for her, thinking she’s going to be an easy target. They’re wrong. They go down hard, and I watch Marcus and Dean just blink in shock. “Since when has she been able to do that?” Dean grunts, holding off someone just long enough for Marcus to whip around and put a bullet between his eyes.
Dean watches Lyra disarm another attacker, and he shakes his head, completely dumbfounded. “I’ve been walking that girl to her car every night for years.”
“Doesn’t look like she needed it,” Marcus throws back.
“Not even a little.”
The realization seems to wound them, and I think it’s a little less about realizing that she was capable, and more about their egos being bruised, understanding that she only allowed them to walk her for their own need to play the role of protector.
The fight begins to spread further and glass continues shattering up and down the street. Car windows, store fronts, the glass from the lampposts. It’s a mess. Everywhere I look, bodies are dropping and people are moving. There’s fighting and shouting, and when the neon sign above Black Velvet flickers violently, it just angers me more.
Another gun slides across the pavement, and I lunge for it, feeling the power rushing through me as I grab it and take aim. Within seconds, I empty the chamber, taking four clean shots toward the darkness and watching four men drop to their immediate deaths.
Without ammo on me, I toss the gun aside, not needing anything more to weigh me down as I jump back into hand-to-hand combat, taking out the DeLuca line one asshole at a time, but they just keep coming. There must have only been twenty men to start with, but even with all the dead bodies scattered on the ground, there still seem to be at least thirty coming for us.
The cartel didn’t just send a few men, hoping to get lucky. They came prepared. But their idea of prepared, is still no match for us. No amount of men or bullets is going to hold us back.
Hunter drops another body before glancing around, and his expression darkens. I know that look. He’s counting. Calculating. And he doesn’t like what he sees.
Another shot rings out from somewhere behind us, and it’s close. Too fucking close.
Hunter turns immediately, and his eyes find mine before searching for Lyra, making sure she’s still alive. As he continues calculating the havoc around us, something flickers in his eyes, and in an instant, I know exactly what he’s going to say.
I start shaking my head as I reach for another attacker, taking him out with ease.
“No,” I tell Hunter. “It’s not going to go down well.”
“Take her and go,” he throws back at me.
Lyra’s scoff comes from across the street as she steals a gun, takes out its owner and the three men standing directly at his back. “Oh, hell no.”
Hunter’s expression hardens again, and the stubborn bastard snaps at her. “Go now, Lyra.”
“No.”
I scoff. He should have known better than to make demands of her like that, and I think it’s safe to say that her earlier desire to drop to her knees and suck his cock all night was just scratched off the schedule.
“Lyra.”
“I’m not leaving,” she hisses.
“You are.”
“Fuck you,” she grunts, landing a beautiful kick right to the chest of her latest conquest, sending him soaring backward, only to trip over a discarded body and smack his head into the pavement so hard that he takes himself out. She takes the second of peace to turn and deliver Hunter a devastating glare. “I’m not going anywhere, not when there’s a threat right on my front door. And you’re insane if you think for even a second that I’m going to walk away and leave the odds against your favor. I’m struggling to see it right now, but for whatever moronic reason, I’ve decided to love you, and that means I’m in this right to the end.”