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“Time?” he asks, clearly confused since I keep changing the rules of the game, but he doesn’t stop our charade, widening his stance like he’s preparing to charge me.
“Sorry,” I say, meaning it. “I’ll make it up to you later.”
Asher’s frown disappears as I run for him, dropping to the mat and sliding through his legs. Before he even has time to realise what’s happening, I leap on his back like a monkey, wrapping my arms around his neck in a chokehold.
“The fuck!” he yells, which gets quickly cut off as my fingers press firmly over his carotid artery, a trick Barrett taught me years ago, and he quickly falls to his knees as he flails, trying to dislodge me.
“Just let go,” I whisper against his ear, and he starts to struggle as I cut off his air.
He quickly taps my arm, but since there are no tap out rules, the only stipulation being death, his tapping gets ignored.
As I feel the life drain out of him, I fight back the burn of tears, my lips still against his ear.
“Just let go, Ash. And remember, I love you.”
CHAPTER 43
ASHER
Isit up with a gasp, air rushing into my lungs as the darkness clears from my vision.
She fucking knocked me out!
Again!
That little… My thoughts die as I take in the chaos around me.
Yelling. Screaming. Utter carnage that’s painted in blood.
I recognise this.
The Crimson Angel is here.
Staggering to my feet, I sway a little as I assess what I need to do. The cage is open, the gate hanging on a single hinge, so I dart for it, needing to get free.
As I step out, nearly slipping in a pool of blood, I spot a gun on the ground and pick it up, checking the clip.
Fuck, yes! It’s nearly full.
I don’t know who is friend and who is foe, but since most of the crowd were here to see us kill each other, I’m going to assume most of these fuckers are our enemies.
Aside from the obvious gang members, there are men here dressed in all black. Tactical looking fuckers.
Is AJ here? Are these his men?
Fucked if I know, but since they are fighting all the tatted-up drug fucked gangbangers, I’m gonna assume they are on my side.
Quickly moving through the chaos, I shoot any fucker that looks like a gangster, my eyes scanning the space to try and find my woman and take down three fuckers before my eyes finally land on her.
The Crimson Angel.
MyAngel.
Wearing nothing but a black bra and knickers, her normally creamy skin is painted in the blood of others as she kills with precision, wielding a blade and a gun, going from one Black Taipans’ member to the next, ending their lives.
To her left, her cousin Barrett fights with deadly intent, his fist like a sledgehammer as he slays his victims, occasionally using his gun to finish his opponents off before moving to the next.
There are other big guys fighting the Taipans around Lily, and for a moment I wonder if they are Barrett’s clones.
