Page 113 of Ricochet
I maneuvered my head to the side, his fists connecting with the floor. The knife laid next to his leg, and I grabbed it, stabbing it into his leg. A scream tore out of his chest, as he started moving backwards, slowly releasing me from his weight.
I pulled myself upward, reaching for the handle sticking out of his thigh. Tearing it out of his flesh, the blood started gushing out, and before he could compose himself, I jumped up, rushing to his backside.
“You aren’t the only one with homicide on his mind, darling.”
I grabbed his hair as he thrashed, trying to move away from my hold. But it was futile, they all should know that. The blade of the knife connected with his neck, and I pressed harder, cutting through his skin, through the tendons of his neck, the sound of his skin separating, music to my ears.
His cartilage started crushing under the pressure of the knife, and the choking sound from his mouth, followed by the blood dripping down his chin, seemed like a fucking opera to me.
It was art, really. Van Gogh would’ve made a painting out of it.
As his body hit the ground, the pooling blood started expanding around his body. Weird, I didn’t even cut the artery.
I guess it wasn’t just that the big ones fall easier, it seemed that they bleed more as well.
I looked around at the total and utter chaos happening around me. Kieran and Storm were wrestling on the floor, but Storm seemed to have it under control. I just hoped he wouldn’t kill him before I had a lovely little talk with him.
After all, he was my task, my bounty, and I swear, if Storm harmed him before I could, I would shoot him in the ass. I didn’t give a shit that he was larger than me.
The fighters that caught my attention, however, were Theo and Atlas, and I didn’t like the scene unfolding in front of my eyes.
Atlas was on his knees, his face bloodied, one of his eyes already closing up, and my fucking brother stood above him, the barrel of the gun pointed at him. I didn’t know Atlas, but I remembered Ava’s words. He was nice to her that day, charming even, and that was more than I could say for my brother.
Wiping the blood on my pants, I moved the dagger to my left hand, and started heading to them. Atlas was Storm’s brother, and looking at the situation we were in, they were helping me to fulfill what I came here to do. So excuse me if he meant more to me than the blood I shared with my brother.
I collided with Theo, knocking him to the ground, as the bullet shot out of the gun. I didn’t have time to see if it missed Atlas, I just hoped he had enough time to dodge out of the way before it was too late.
Theo knocked me off, sending me a foot away from him, but this time I wasn’t giving up.
I was tired of his taunting, tired of his mind games, and the hold he had on me. If he wasn’t going to tell me where Maya was, well, he was going to die with the rest of them today. There was no love lost between us, just good old hatred.
Such a shame, really. We would’ve been an amazing team, because for all his faults, my brother had a brilliant mind. He was never much of a fighter, but the way he was handling things... I guess you had to have it in you.
I didn’t.
I couldn’t go behind somebody’s back just to accomplish my shit. But I guess that it wasn’t too different from killing people, was it now?
I crawled back to him before he could get up, and latched on his leg, pulling him back to the ground.
“Get the fuck off of me,” he shouted, trying to rid himself of my hold.
“How does it feel, Theo?” I turned him, sitting on his stomach. “How does it feel being helpless?”
My fist connected with his cheek, and a small whimper erupted from him.
“How does it feel,” I pulled him by the lapels of his jacket, “to be at my mercy?”
“Sis—”
“Oh, now I’m your sister?” I punched his other cheek, his head flying to the other side. “I am your sister only when you need something from me. Only when you have something to gain, and I have everything to lose.”
“I didn’t,” he whimpered.
“Don’t fucking talk unless I ask you to talk.”
The tie he wore looked tempting, and I pulled it up, closing the knot around his throat, pulling it tighter.
He started gasping for air, and I laughed at the expression on his face.
