Page 193 of Adam
What they don’t know is that Grayson already fucked them over. Every single one of their guns is dead in their hands because he already disabled them before they even walked in.Now they’re just standing there like dumb fucks, pulling triggers on useless chunks of metal.
“What—?” Calvano snaps.
My smile spreads. “Now, it’s my fucking turn.”
The room erupts into chaos.
The boys wrench themselves loose from the pieces of shit holding them off and head straight for our weapons. Judas punches Levi, nearly knocking him out, takes the two guns, and tosses one to Cain.
People slam into each other and scramble for cover, while my boys and Isabella unload on anything that moves, dropping a few bodies just for a warm-up. Wes shoves the bastards crowding him, while Isabella sprints to him and slices through his ties with the knife she picked on her way there from a corpse.
Two idiots try to shield Calvano. Judas puts bullets straight through their heads, blood spraying across the floor.
I shove these fuckers who hold me away, spin back, and sprint straight at the bastard Levi who took my weapons. I slam my fist into his face and feel his jaw crack under the hit, blood and spit flying as he drops to his knees.
“Missed me, you dumb piece of shit?”
I rip my weapons back from his useless hands, high on the violence.
Here are my fucking beauties.
“Mitch,” he mumbles, breathless.
I grab my machete and bring it down hard, straight through his arm. Bone snaps and flesh splits while he screams and thrashes, blood pouring everywhere. I shove him back with my boot, watching him choke on his own panic.
Someone slams into me and knocks me off balance, the machete ripping out of my grip and clattering across the floor. I hit the ground hard and twist fast, when I see who the hell it is.
Fucking Adrian, Alaric’s useless excuse for a son. Of course, he would be stupid enough to throw himself at me.
“I see your daddy hasn’t choked you in your sleep yet,” I hiss.
Adrian wipes blood from his mouth and smirks. “He talks about you sometimes. Calls you a mistake he plans to fix.”
“Tell him to get in line. I’ve buried better men than him, and I’ll bury you right on top of them.” I crack my neck. “You were born to die for his reputation, and I’m about to make it fucking happen.”
I drive forward until we slam into each other. I’m already pissed that this scrawny piece of shit thinks he can take me. I hook an arm around his waist and throw him straight into the ground, so hard it knocks the air out of him.
“Fucking asshole,” he grunts.
I bark out a sharp, unhinged laugh. I take a few slow steps back and spread my arms, giving him space to drag himself up. Where’s the fun in ending it fast?
I’m just getting started.
“You know, Adrian, parents always find a way to fuck their kids up,” I say, adrenaline still tearing through me.
I bend, grab the severed arm off the floor, and squeeze hard enough to make blood drip between my fingers.
“And your father is no exception.”
By the time he gets to his feet, I swing the chopped limb straight across his face.
“You should have killed me a long fucking time ago,” I breathe, and slam the arm into his face again.
I toss the severed arm aside and rush him. I drop low, rip him down, and lock his head between my thighs. I squeeze harder, crushing him until he starts to panic.
“B-Bane,” he chokes out.
“Say it again, let the walls do the same.”
