Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 98697 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 493(@200wpm)___ 395(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98697 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 493(@200wpm)___ 395(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
I might take their angel titles back. One of the gunmen runs out from behind a car and aims at the demon boy. I snap into action and send a shot through the guy’s head.
Demon Boy turns and sends me a nod. I turn my attention back to DJ just as she kicks the guy, sending him flying back onto the hood of a car, his legs hanging off one end and his head hanging from the other. She moves quickly and pins him down with one arm. Then, with all her might, she brings her arm down on his head, snapping his neck over the edge of the car.
“Nasty.” I wince and bob my head appreciatively.
Pulling her gun, she takes out another two guys as Demon Boy moves swiftly, taking out another three. Demon Girl is a few cars down from me. She pulls a knife across another guy’s neck.
She then drops to the ground and shoots two of the guys in the ankles. Then finishes them off as they drop to the ground.
“Well, damn. Who the fuck did we hire?” I murmur to myself.
The three might seem like they’re working separately, but they move like a well-oiled machine. The two blonds are vicious as hell. They’ve earned my respect.
DJ moves down a few cars and stealthily climbs up onto a van parked there. Once on top of the van, she crawls as silently as she can to the front.
At the last second, as her weight rocks the van, the five targets she’s after turn and look up, giving the two demon shooters a chance to come up behind them as DJ rises and shoots.
They take out the final group together. DJ then slides down the windshield and lands on her feet in front of the van. The smile on her face says it all.
I pop out as I note the coast is clear. Pulling my phone, I shoot off a text to get a cleanup crew in here. Micheal needs to be involved in this one. Hopefully he and Sim have come up for air.
“Where the hell did that come from and who are you two?” I say to DJ and the other two as I hobble over to them and glare down at one of the dead guys at my feet.
“You said I have secrets; now you know most of them, like you wanted. This is Blair and Callum. Although I’m not sure what they’re doing here,” DJ replies.
“Let’s get ye out of here first. We can talk about the rest later,” the Callum guy says.
“Who were they and what happened to Eddy and Tank?” I ask with a frown as I look around for the guards who came out with us today.
I told them to keep a distance, but this is too much of a distance for my liking. I know they know better. My frown deepens.
“One dead, the other down. Ye might want to get him some help. We watched them pick them off,” Blair answers.
“Um, interesting. Let’s go. You two, SUV with us,” I bark. “I’ll handle the rest.”
Brooklyn
“Where is she?” I bark as I storm into Uri Donati’s home.
When I got the call from Callum that there had been an attack, I thought I was going to lose my mind before I made it here. I just spoke to Uri yesterday and told him I had planned to come for DJ.
After that call, there was nothing that could stop me from coming. Not a text, not a call, nothing.
“First of all, who do you think you are coming up in my home barking out demands?” Val says as she appears with one of her little boys in her arms.
She hands the boy off to another woman and then stands with her hands on her hips. I look around for DJ, wondering why she isn’t with the baby. My frustration grows as my eyes don’t land on her.
“She’s not here. I sent her and those two demons home for the night.”
“Take this as her resignation,” I bite out and turn to leave.
“They weren’t after me, Brooklyn. Uri and Micheal are out making a visit to your problem because she’s my friend.”
I stop in my tracks and spin to face her. I narrow my eyes. Val sighs and rolls her eyes.
“Lynch, the guys were some of his low levels. I say he was testing the waters. Too bad your girl is a bad motherfucker and drowned their asses.”
I knit my brows. “What do you mean?”
“That girl is no joke. I would work with her if the need arose. She has my loyalty for life for protecting me.”
“Aye,” I murmur.
I think I finally understand what Phoebe has guided us to. The fact that she hasn’t texted to stop me from coming here gives me the feeling that the path has been fulfilled and this was the desired outcome.