own body as a shield for King, and I have one chance at getting some headshots in.
Take some fuckers out and draw their fire this way.
Deep breaths, make it count, clear your fucking mind of all of the bullshit and just take these fuckers out.
There are three guys in the second car.
Grimm Graves himself is in the first one.
I can’t get him but I take out two of the three in the second car before all hell breaks loose.
A fucking third car rides up and I blow out its front tires, unfortunately that means all four of the guys in it see me and draw their guns.
Time to get outta Dodge.
The forest is dense on either side of the clearing and I’m near the downward slope of the fucking mountain we’re on so I make a dive into the tree line, staying low and tumbling down the fucking slope. I feel the burning pain of a bullet grazing my arm but that doesn’t stop me from rolling my way through the shrubs.
If I hit a tree I’ll probably snap my fucking back so I stick my legs out to try to slow myself down. The slope is gradual enough that I manage to slow my descent and come to a halt, the sound of gunfire finally petering out.
Fuck, I hope that doesn’t mean they’ve taken the others out.
Hawk’s face as he shoved me behind the fucking truck flashes into my head. He came for me before his Prez, his instincts as a father kicking well the fuck in apparently.
If he’s dead I’m gutting every last Demon on this fucking Earth.
I mean, if any of them are dead and I make it outta here that’s the fucking plan but, fuck, there’ll be an extra fiery need if they’ve killed my pops.
I walk slowly down the rest of the slope until I reach the small creek at the bottom where the trees thin out a little. Until I’m sure the Demons have fucked off I gotta stay the hell here.
I check my phone but the screen is busted and I can barely use it. I could take a call but not make one, I can’t risk that shit right now.
I’ve stopped for about a half-second when the snap of a twig tells me I’m not alone but I don’t have any time to react.
The cold barrel of a gun presses against the base of my skull.
“We’ll take him in, Cliff. Can’t get a dead man to give us what we need.”
The beast of a man grunts and lowers the gun, the sound of boots crunching on the dead leaves on the ground telling me there’s movement somewhere close by. I try to scan the woods without moving my head too much but there’s nowhere I can get cover.
I guess the curse was singing about my death.
Fuck, I hope Rue keeps Angel safe.
I hope Trink figures out her shit with that dumbass she’s chasing. I hope Speck lives a long and happy life. I hope Hawk, King, and Hellion find and kill all of the fucking rats.
I hope this doesn’t fucking kill my mom.
There’s a lotta things a man about to die hopes for and every last one of them comes back down to my family so I know I’ve lived my life right.
My only regret is Angel and not fixing her shit a little faster.
I just gotta believe Rue and Speck will sort that shit out for me, same way I’d watch over Poe until my last fucking breath for my cousin if the roles were reversed.
Pop.
The sound is soft enough that with the shouting and gunfire around us I almost miss it but the crash of a man going down is unmistakable.
I assume Hawk or Hellion have found me.
I’m wrong.
I turn around to see ‘Cliff’ on the ground with a neat little bullet hole between his eyes. I’m sure the exit wound on the back of his head isn’t that neat but it’s too fucking dark to see much.
I look up to find a Demon twisting a silencer off of his gun, before throwing it at me.I catch it on reflex. It’s still warm to the touch even through my gloves.
His cut has the Graves tag on it but it’s the eyes that give him away.
Colt Graves, Poe’s half-brother and the fucking heir to the Chaos Demons.
I look down again at the Enforcer of the Chaos Demons but he’s still fucking dead at my feet, killed by one of his own