Page 3 of Midnight Revelations

Ash

I dodged the kick aimed toward my head, throwing myself on the ground. My right foot came up at high speed to connect with my attacker’s balls. Testicles preferred to hang between a man’s legs instead of being forced at high speed into his rectal cavity.

His knees gave way and he stumbled toward me. My arm wrapped around his neck and my legs held his legs prisoner. A quick snap and he was dead on the ground. I released him and jumped to my feet.

I was going to fucking kill Jordan for this. We were meant to be on a stealthy observation-only mission until he lost the run of himself and went berserk. One of Malcolm’s accounts led to Thailand, so Jordan decided we should personally visit the property it was linked to. Xavier was still at home with Cassandra since she was pregnant with a broken rib. So, I was chasing this fucking lunatic around when all I wanted to do was phone my girlfriend and hear her voice.

Girlfriend.

Fuck my life, I’d never had a girlfriend before. There were fuck buddies in the Twilight Rooms, and I screwed my way across the globe and back, but no woman had ever slept in my bed and curled herself on top of my chest to sleep like a kitten. My back craved her nail marks in it.

Another assailant jumped out of a room to my right. Was this house filled with ninjas waiting to leap out and attack me? My elbow connected with his stomach and I spun to face him. A blow landed to my kidneys and I bit the inside of my mouth to suppress the groan that wanted to break free.

Show no emotion.

It was the Blackwood way. My father drilled it into me from an early age. We were made of stronger stuff than emotions. All my training kicked in and my foot connected with the guy in front of me to force him back. I used the momentum of that kick to keep turning around to swipe the legs from under the guy behind me. My hand automatically went for my gun in the holster under my arm and I finished off the fucker on the floor with two shots to the centre of his forehead. I rolled onto my back and hit the guy about to attack me with three at centre mass.

I was going to be covered in bruises after this.

After a few minutes, I finally found the elusive Jordan standing over some poor asshole with a gun in his face. The guy looked like he’d been beaten half to death, which considering that Jordan was involved was probably close to the truth.

“Malcolm hasn’t been here for months. I don’t know anything about his involvement in slaves.” I swear the guy was actually crying considering that he was sniffing.

Jordan leant down to bring himself to eye level with the guy. “You’re in his house, and all those assholes were trying to protect you. My guess is you know something. We can do this the easy way and you might live at the end of it, or we can do this my preferred way and you suffer extreme agony and die in a bloody mass in the corner.”

“Fuck you!”

Jordan rolled his eyes. “You’d think they’d find something more inventive to say. No, I don’t want to fuck you, I prefer a partner with a backbone and vagina.”

I chuckled and leaned against the wall since my back was starting to throb with pain. The kick I received earlier seemed to have damaged a rib. I didn’t fucking need this right now.

Jordan pushed himself to standing. “Last chance,” he warned.

The problem was that people tended to think he was joking because he looked like a supermodel. They didn’t know that behind that handsome exterior dwelt a psychotic asshole who’d stolen the grim reaper’s scythe a few years ago and had gone on a killing spree ever since.

“I don’t know anything,” he reiterated.

Jordan shrugged. “I guess we’re doing it my way.” I knew blood was going to be spilled when Jordan took a step back. The guy screeched when Jordan pulled the trigger and made him into a eunuch. If ancient cultures were correct and the body needed to be preserved for the afterlife, he was never having ghost sex.

“You’re fucking crazy!” he screamed.

Jordan gave him that crazy ass smile and even made my sphincter muscles tighten. “Thank you.”

I rolled my eyes when he turned that smile to me.

“Malcolm,” Jordan reminded him.

The guy tried to slither away, probably hoping that part of his dick and one testicle had survived. Another shot rang out and the guy screamed. Yeah, nothing would survive two close range bullets to your crouch.

“He tended to keep his secrets to himself.” His hand hovered over his mangled manhood as if he wanted to touch it to see if anything remained but was in too much pain.

“Then he must have a safe here somewhere,” Jordan replied.

His eyes went briefly to the left and I casually wandered in that direction to see what I could find. Body language tended to be more accurate than words, and when under duress, people revealed more than they normally would.

A bookcase stood in the corner. I doubted that a sick bastard like Malcolm would sit in a tropical paradise and read. The guy had slaves chained up in his house and living in cages. Xavier’s end for him had been too fast. He deserved to suffer what those women had. Men like Malcolm made me sick to the core.

My fingers roamed over the bookcase looking for any clues. Nothing seemed overly out of place, but my mind wandered over all the training I received from Dad in my youth. Blackwood Manor had hidden rooms and concealed entrances everywhere. It was what inspired me to put those sorts of quirks into the Twilight Rooms. I traced along the edge of the bookcase until I found the hidden lever and flicked it up. The entire bookcase swung out to reveal an opening behind it.

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