Raven's Hell - Jenika Snow Page 0,12
entryway of the store and another one right beside him with a long knife.
He grabbed the blade from where it was tucked at the small of his back, and working on instinct alone, he sliced out, cutting right through the asshole’s faded, holey jeans and right into his leg. The man howled out, fell to a knee, and then the other two came forward. Collin wasn’t about to have this shit, wasn’t about to lose this woman when he had just found her.
He would kill every last bastard to ensure that.
He stabbed the asshole who was on the ground, brought the knife right across his neck, and opened his jugular. Blood sprayed out in a great arch of red, and the gurgling sound of him choking on his own blood brought Collin back to the underground in New York.
He stood, charged toward the man who was standing closest to him, and tried to slice the asshole too. But then he heard a scream from his woman. When he grabbed the man around the neck and spun him around, he saw the woman in the corner, her knife held high and her hands shaking. The fucker who was advancing on her had this sick, sadistic smile on his face.
“Kill him if he touches you!” Collin shouted, and the woman looked at him with wide, frightened eyes. She was afraid, but he could sense it was not because of this particular situation. She was afraid, because she had been in a situation like this before—men coming after her and looking to hurt her in unspeakable ways.
Rage burned brightly inside him, and he saw red. He was a very bad man, but what he had never done, what he would never do, was hurt a woman. These pricks wanted Collin dead to do just that, to take something from her that wasn’t willingly given.
Even if Collin hadn’t claimed this woman—even if she didn’t know it yet—he wasn’t about to let anyone hurt her. He sliced the throat of the other man, and then it was just him and the motherfucker who was facing his woman. He turned and faced Collin, saw his two friends dead and bleeding out on the ground, and bared his rotting and yellowed teeth at him.
Collin would show her that he could protect her, that being with him was safer than being alone.
“You piece of shit. You’re going to die, but not before you watch me fuck her raw and bloody.” The man charged forward, trying to get the upper hand on Collin, but no fucking way was that happening.
This asshole didn’t know who Collin was, who he had been. He was ruthless back when shit was afloat, before the infection, and when the world had been at his feet. But now he was even more savage, even more hardened and cold to everyone and everything.
Collin braced himself as this little prick tried to take him down. He got him on the ground, and Collin pinned his arms to his sides with his legs on either side of this piece of shit. He could have killed this bastard nice and slow and watched him bleed out, just lying here and waiting for an infected to come along and contaminate him.
But he lifted his head and stared at the woman. Her eyes were wide, and her lips were parted as she looked at the dead bodies on the ground, at the blood, and then at the way he was holding the knife over the man who had nearly taken her from Collin.
“Look away if the sight of this upsets you.” He didn’t say it angrily, because he could see she was living in the past, remembering the moment that had frozen her. There was no need to make her witness the grisly act he was about to take pleasure in.
“You motherfucker and your skank-ass cunt—”
Collin punched him in the face and heard his nose crunch from the impact. He bared his teeth at this degenerate. “Shut the fuck up,” Collin growled out.
“Kill him,” she said softly. “Make him scream,” she added with anger and hatred in her voice.
Collin glanced at her for a second and then nodded once. He brought the blade across the man’s neck, just like he had done to the other two, but more slowly this time, the fucker bellowing in agony. He watched as blood covered his chest. The guy gurgled and spat out the red liquid.
When he was dead, Collin wiped his blade on the