Page 89 of The Chameleon

An explosion went off next to Matteo, and they both jumped.

On the other side of the room, Skyler was leaping off crates and diving behind equipment. All around him, blood splattered, and men fell to their deaths.

Who was this freakin’ guy?

“Fuck!” Matteo snarled, glancing over his shoulder at the man trying to creep his way over to where they were hiding. “I’ll deal with you later.”

Umm… was that a threat?

Before Ares realized what was happening, Matteo jumped up from his hiding place and began shooting up the joint like he wasJason Bourneor something.

Hmm. Perhaps pissing off the Italian was the key to their survival.

Men cried out in pain, and blood burst from their chests. The psycho Italian had been unleashed, and Ares was loving every second of it.

Behind his zipper, Ares felt his cock stiffen. There was nothing sexier than watching the man he loved take out guy after guy as he went on a murdering rampage.So fucking hot.

“Nice shot,” Ares cheered, ready to join his man in the action.Shit.He suddenly realized that he didn’t have a weapon.

His knife! The one that had been taken from him during his pat down.

Crouching a few feet away, trying to avoid the barrage of bullets flying through the air, was the henchmen who had taken Ares’s hunting knife.

Doing his best impression of Jean-Claude Van Damme, Ares lunged forward and dove down onto the man. They struggled. Each vying for dominance and control of one another.

Rolling around on the ground, Ares angled himself perfectly, giving himself just enough space to knee the thief in the crotch before giving him a headbutt as well.

“Ow,” Ares groaned. Apparently, getting older also meant that you couldn’t take as many blows to the head as you used to.

Winning thebattle of the hunting knife, Ares grabbed the weapon and took hisvictory stab,nailing the man right in the gut.

The man let out a grunt.

Damn.Ares had meant to stab the man in the chest, but at the last second, the man had moved. At this rate, the man would take forever to bleed out.

Fuck it.

Ares raised the knife once more and, this time, plunged the knife right into the man’s heart.

The man’s eyes went wide, no doubt realizing that these were his final moments. Ares watched in sympathy and victory as the life slowly drained from his opponent’s eyes.

There was something about watching a man die that always got to Ares. Knowing that you were the cause of ending a man’s life was never an easy thing to grasp. Did they have family waiting for them to return home? Spouses? Children? Would anyone mourn the young man’s death?

Refusing to get into a moral debate with his conscience, Ares pushed those human emotions aside and pulled the knife from the dead man’s chest. He had a job to do.

All around them, chaos ensued. The sound of death carried its heavy voice throughout the dark corners of the facility.

A few feet away,crazy acrobatic ninja assassinwas in his own little world, strangling bad guys with his legs before flipping over a crate and shooting a man in the face.

The bodies were piling up. Ares had to give it to Patrick. He married a guy just as fucked up as he was.

“Here,” Ares said, passing Matteo an assault rifle he had grabbed from a man who no longer walked amongst the living.

Matteo took the gun, then readjusted himself behind the overturned table they were hiding behind.

“Thanks,” he huffed, picking off each of Massimo’s men as they entered the room to help their boss.

Speaking of bosses.

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