Page 75 of Eternal
I darted forward, my blade flashing, finding flesh before he could pull the trigger or even blink, he collapsed withouta sound, and I stepped over him, letting the adrenaline take control.
But he wasn’t alone.
Three more men appeared from behind, one had a crowbar, another a shotgun, the third a machete.
How not gentlemany of them to attack a woman at 3 versus 1?
Stupid men.
The one with the shotgun raised it, but I was faster, I threw my knife, the blade burying itself in his throat while I closed the distance to the man with the crowbar.
This bastard knew how to use it.
It was brutal, he swung wide, and I ducked and let my fist drive into his ribs.
His weapon clattered to the ground as he gasped for air, but the machete-wielding one was already coming for me.
I grabbed the crowbar and swung it, the metallic clang reverberating meeting his blade.
My second swing connected with his jaw, and he dropped.
“For fuck’s sake, three weapons?” I whispered to myself breathing back normally.
They were supposed to protect the office.
Only three men?
That’s absolutely stupid, or maybe he doesn’t care to stay alive?
The office door creaked open behind me, and I turned quickly, knife in hand, ready, a man stepped out in between the office and the hall, a little older, a deep scar cutting through his left eyebrow, he didn’t look like a fighter, but his smirk said otherwise.
Is this the thief? He might be, judging by this enormous ego I feel here.
Ridiculous.
“You must be Voron,” he said, stepping back into the dimly lit office, his voice carrying an oily confidence, the kind that grated on my nerves. “The Don and Pakhan’s pet assassin. They warned me about you.”
I didn’t reply, words were for people who didn’t know what to do with their hands.
I glanced at my watch, three minutes late now, fucking stupid machete guy.
Rafe leaned lazily against the desk, his grin widening as if he had the upper hand.He didn’t. He never would, I took a single step forward, knife angled for the quickest throw, but his hand shot up, that smug smirk still plastered across his face.
“Ah, ah. You wouldn’t want to miss out on what I have,” he said, gesturing toward the window. “It’s what you’re here for, isn’t it? The shipment.”
The smile that ghosted my lips wasn’t friendly.
Before I could advance, the door behind him opened, and a man stepped through, not just any man, a fucking giant, he moved with precision, like he didn’t need to show off. Military, definitely not from the Cosa Nostra nor the Bratva.
Rafe chuckled, stepping aside as if to give us space. “You’ll have to go through him first.”
The giant’s eyes met mine, no fear, he’s like me.
“Great,” I muttered under my breath.
The giant struck first, his blade slashed toward me in a clean, practiced arc. I sidestepped, the knife whistling past my ribs, and drove my knee into his side, nothing, he didn’t even grunt.
“Oh, you’re not mafia,” I said, breathless but steady, dodging his next swing. “These techniques are way too rigid.”
