Page 82 of Midnight Legacy

“Give me a hand,” she called.

I was at her side in an instant as she piled six massive volumes on top of the bible, waving Uncle Lucas across to carry the other six. She held the old Bible against her chest.

“We have hostiles entering the property,” the pilot said into our earpieces.

“Fuck,” Jordan snarled, setting his moon down and pulling his gun from the waistband of his jeans.

“Stay with her,” I instructed Uncle Lucas, following Jordan and Ash out the door.

We’d anticipated that the house was still under surveillance. Each of us spread out. We wanted to disturb the house as little as possible, but safety was our main concern. The first guy I encountered tried to lift his gun, but I kicked it from his hand. I wrapped my arm around his neck and give it a swift yank. He fell to the floor after I snapped his neck.

Ash grabbled the second invader, his arm compressing the windpipe as his hand covered his nose and mouth. His legs wrapped around the man’s flailing limbs until he stopped moving and his eyes rolled back in his head.

We found a third just outside the kitchen door on the patio with a dagger through his heart. Jordan had a tendency to throw one of his blades and keep moving. My fingers felt for a pulse on his throat before Ash and I moved on through the house.

I touched the communications device at the side of my head. “How many hostiles?”

“Eight,” the pilot replied. “All armed.”

“Roger that.”

A fourth man lay in the pantry with his neck at an awkward angle. A fifth man was trying to crawl toward the front door. I grabbed a handful of his hair and dragged his head back, snapping his neck so that I wouldn’t leave a mess to clean.

We followed the sound of voices that led us back to the family study. Jordan stood outside the door, his finger on his lips telling us not to make a sound.

“I don’t think so,” Cassandra replied to something that had been said.

“Our boss would like to know how you’re alive when we killed you?” A male voice sounded from inside the room.

“Fuck you!” Cassandra snapped. “You are nothing but a pathetic excuse for a human being with a small dick. All those photographs kept my friends and me entertained for hours.”

The sound of flesh connecting with flesh made my fingers wrap around the doorknob. Someone had just been struck.

“Shut the fuck up!” Dick pic guy snarled. “You were supposed to be dead, but I’m happy to rectify the situation. Since you’re married with a child on the way, you’re useless for the purposes of your father’s will, so we need to revert to plan B where all his inheritance reverts to his brother and any heirs he has upon the death of his wife and children.”

They must have predicted we’d need to come here.

Ash quietly cocked his gun in preparation. Jordan gave his creepy smile and nodded. It was time that dick pic guy learned not to send unsolicited messages to people who had no interest in his anatomy.

Cassandra began laughing in the room, and my heart thudded rapidly at the thought of her in danger.

“What the hell is she laughing at?” another male voice asked.

“I’m laughing because you were stupid enough to come into my home when my husband is here,” she replied. “I’m laughing because you are nothing more than a little boy pretending to be a man. Do you really think Xavier will let any of you leave here alive? I’m laughing because you arrived here thinking that you were the predators when you’re about to find out you’re the prey.”

Jordan bounced his eyebrows at me, and his grin grew. Ash bowed slightly and indicated that I open the door. Since she’d introduced us, we may as well make an appearance.

Uncle Lucas watched us enter the room with a small smile playing on his mouth. It was as if he’d been expecting us.

Dick pic guy loomed over my wife, waving a gun in her face. “I have a highly trained unit with me, so if he’s not already dead, he soon will be.”

“I highly doubt that since the other five members of your team are currently dead,” I said. Rage burned deep in my chest in a fiery embrace when I saw my wife on her knees. Uncle Lucas watched the three men with deadly intent, holding back only because there were guns being brandished around a pregnant woman.

As the three men in the room turned to face us, Jordan grabbed the one closest to him, twisting a metal cord around his neck. When it was snapped into place, unless you had bolt cutters, that garrotte wasn’t coming off and you’d be dead when the remaining air left in your lungs was used. The man tried to drag it from his neck even while his knees failed, and he stumbled forward.

Using the dying man as a distraction, I launched myself forward and used my weight to bring the asshole with the gun to the floor. His gun clattered as it fell from his hand. In my peripheral vision, Uncle Lucas attacked the last remaining man.

“You are a fucking nuisance,” I hissed in dick pic’s face. “I have had the misfortune of having to text you to keep you online.”

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