Colt (Devil's Nightmare MC #10) - Lena Bourne Page 0,13

too hard about it. Either it works or it fails. My situation probably can’t get much worse as it is.

I reach for the knife on my belt, surprised at how sweaty my palm is as I wrap it around the leather hilt.

Now or never.

It’s all the incentive I need.

I go lax and soft, and stop dead in my tracks. He’s got quite a few pounds on me, but the change in his burden surprises him enough to mess up his gait. He halts too, even loosens his grip on my arm just enough for me to twist it free. And the next thing he knows, if he ever had time to know anything more, is the sensation of my cold, sharp knife slicing into the soft part of his throat. He makes no sound, takes no more breaths as I lower him down to the ground slowly to prevent a thump.

I’m the one breathing hard by the time I manage to drag him out of sight behind one of the dark structures.

Don’t think, just do. It’s a motto I’ve come to adopt since joining Devil’s Nightmare MC. It was either him or me.

Now I’m alone in the silent courtyard with no idea what to do next.

I should’ve just let him lead me to Crow.

But then I’d be outnumbered two to one.

From the moment they took issue with me asking for Brenda, my choices were all bad ones. For now, I can only hope I chose the one that was the least bad.

My options are severely limited now. I can either wait for them to bring her out. Or I could search for her. There’s also the option of making a run for it, but it barely crosses my mind. I’ve come here to do a job and I’m gonna do it. I don’t consider coming here to look for Brenda a bad decision, but that’s still most likely my dick talking.

I’m pretty sure they’re holding her in the same place they held Ace and his woman. So that’s where I’ll start looking. And I’ll try not to fear that maybe Crow already got to her.

Brenda

I’m paralyzed looking into Crow’s black eyes. Moonlight glints off them, because they don’t absorb light. They’re too dark and dead and they’re growing even darker, even deader the longer I look into them. Like a void. Like a black hole. Exactly like death. Fight! Fight! Fight! A voice is screaming inside my head, but it’s very far away and behind some sort of thick fog, so the command is not getting through to my legs.

“How about we have some fun with her first,” Mouse suggests with a chuckle, but his voice is tight. It makes my heart race even faster than it was already racing.

“I’d prefer this one all to myself,” Crow says in that eerie accent of his. “I’ll take my time in once and for wiping all the nasty looks she gave me from behind the bar.”

I don’t even want to think about what that means. I’m not sure I even gave him any especially nasty looks, but then again, I gave all of them nasty, angry looks so he’s probably right.

“All right,” Mouse says and glances at me, intensifying my fear, turning it to dread with the fear in his. “Don’t draw too much attention.”

“Don’t worry about it, Mouse,” Crow drawls. “You go have yourself a wee drink and relax.”

The sound of boots thumping against the hard earth beneath our feet interrupts whatever Mouse was gonna say in reply. In the next second, he’s on his knees clutching the side of his neck, black blood bubbling from under his fingers. A man is standing next to him holding a knife, blood trickling off the blade.

Mouse falls to the ground with a thud, not a sound escaping his open mouth.

“Let her go,” the man says, and I recognize him now. It’s the guy from the bar. The one who disappeared on me. The one I thought I could leave with. I still can!

Crow grabs my arm and pulls me against his chest, holding me against his body with one arm and pressing his cold knife into my throat with the other. Maybe not. My death is so close I can smell the cold steel of the knife that will deliver it.

“Be still or she dies right here,” Crow says, but there’s a tightness in his voice. Like he’s not so sure what to do next. Like this is so far out of the