Page 145 of Out for Blood
The buyer at her mouth pulls out and moans as he finishes on her face.
As the other two finish separately, the one that was fucking her pussy frees his cock groaning and thick white ropes of cum land on her stomach and breasts.
The last one fucking her ass, clenches and grunts as he finishes inside of her.
Tyler’s gaze finds mine across the shadows.
The question is implied.
Are you ready?
For a second, all I see are the women, the ballerinas, their emotionless smiles, the blood, the way those men watched them as if they were merely trinkets.
My hands shudder with bloodcurdling rage.
The roar inside my skull cuts out. My hand drifts to the Glock at my hip, my fingers close around it with deliberate purpose. Guns have never been my weapon of choice but tonight I make an exception.
There are too many lives at risk, including my own and I know if I get close enough, I won’t stop.
There’s a metallic click as I rack the slide.
At the same moment Tyler withdraws his own weapon. Hisface is unreadable, but the fury burning behind his eyes could level cities.
“Reap,” he murmurs.
I don’t take my eyes off the stage.
“I’d say we’ve seen enough.”
The words leave my mouth like a death sentence.
And then all hell breaks loose.
The service door bangs open.
Every head swivels in our direction.
Confusion and shock flashes over the doctor’s, businessman’s and auctioneer’s face while they are still seated.
For one beautiful second, nobody understands what’s happening.
Then Tyler fires and the shot rings through the theater.
The businessman drops.
Chaos erupts.
Everyone yells.
The buyers scramble on the stage, tripping over themselves.
The auctioneer reaches for something beneath his jacket.
I pull the trigger before he can find it.
He crashes backward over the seat.
The doctor lunges toward the wings.
