Page 194 of Adam
I snap my legs tight and twist sharply, feeling his neck give.
I shove his body off me like trash once it’s done, and I stand up.
Alaric’s eyes lock on me through the chaos. I guess killing his son just made him more entertaining and interesting. I grin at him with blood still wet on my hands.
He scans every inch of the place. Ah, always looking for some bullshit angle to twist and shove up my ass.
That’s Alaric—the kind of filthy coward who acts clever because he’s too chickenshit to come at me head-on.
I squat, grab the machete, twist it once in my hand, and walk straight at him. I have no more patience left for his shit.
The bastard stomps toward Isabella, hands all over her before I can close the distance. He grabs her arm, slams her own gun to her head. She gasps, her brows pulled together.
“Lasciami andare, brutto figlio di puttana!” she screams, thrashing against him.Let me go, you ugly son of a bitch!
“No!” Calvano shouts.
Alaric hisses through his teeth, cocking the hammer. “Is that how you want it to be, Bane? Going after collateral damage? After what I’ve done for you?” he barks, spit flying, neck veins about to burst.
You fucking bitch.
My jaw locks. My pulse is screaming. The part of me that smiles is gone.
I look at him with nothing left inside. Whatever’s behind my eyes isn’t human anymore.
“Let her go,” I say calmly. “Because I’m going to tear your fucking throat out and feed it to you.”
Alaric snarls, dragging Isabella tighter against him, spit still wet on his chin. “Say goodbye, you psychotic fuck. I’m?—”
A sharp crack splits the air.
His head jerks. Blood explodes out the side of his skull, and he drops like dead weight.
Isabella gasps.
I turn and see Judas standing there, hands wrapped around a goddamn sniper rifle. Smoke’s still leaking from the barrel.
He saved her. Put a hole through that bastard’s skull before I could.
I throw him a lazy salute, and he answers the same way.
I roll my shoulders, crack my neck, and bare my teeth.
Calvano’s next. And I’m going to make it hurt.
A gunshot rips through the air, and something tears into my shoulder, yanking me back hard.
What the fuck?
I look up and see Colton standing there, gun still smoking, face all twisted with nerves and dumb regret. That’s the asshole Isabella said has a family, and was one of the good ones?
Too fucking bad. I’m not in the mood.
I march straight at him. My shoulder is burning, but the pain just winds me tighter. He jerks the gun up again and pulls the trigger.
All I hear is a hollow click.
Out of bullets. Fucking beautiful.
