Page 80 of Empire of Carnage
He tilted his head and his hand twitched like he was thinking of reaching for his gun. But I was faster, ducking under and swiping my feet below him. He fell to the ground with a hard thud, practically shaking the foundation of the old building. I slammed my heel into his wrist, immobilizing his hand and reaching for his weapon first before tossing it away.
The lady said no guns.
“I’ll kill you,” he spat out before I felt the weight of his foot against my chest that sent me flying against the wall.
I pushed myself up, watching his eyes slowly shift to the gun several feet away.
No sir.
I barrel rammed into his stomach, punching over and over, each time releasing pained cries from the Bratva lackey. In one quick move he threw me to the ground, the taste of blood filling my mouth and pain shooting through my body from the force of the impact. He stood, a pissed off look on his face that said he considered me annoying at best.
He was too big for us to do this standing.
I knew my odds off the ground with a man this size.
This time I beckoned him, flipping my palms up and making a ‘come here’ gesture to taunt him. He scowled, and like an angry bull, he charged. But before he could crash into me, I dropped to the floor and swiped my feet over his ankles again, knocking him off balance.
I didn’t delay, crawling on top of him and practically tea-bagging the son of a bitch as I laid my fists into his face repeatedly. His fists pummeled into my side, each one a heavy boulder against my body forcing me to spit blood with every hit. I ignored them, gripping his head tightly in my hand and despite his yelling and his savage strikes, I slowly fought against his muscles as I turned his head to the side.
He lifted his top half off the ground, grasping at my arms to stop me but giving me just the space I needed to turn his head by force. It wasn’t easy, a man that large had muscles in his neck that were bigger than my wrists. I dug my fingers into his face, fighting against him as he screamed and fought me until I heard the final crack, severing his spinal cord and making him go limp. I let go of his head, struggling to stand up from overexertion and pain. I stumbled towards the wall, resting on it as I caught my breath.
It was the sound of the guns firing behind me that catapulted me back into action, grabbing the gun from the ground and pushing open the door Sokolov’s man was guarding. My jaw clenched tight at the scene I’d walked into. Celia’s face jerked to the side with shock and eyes went wide at the sight of me. A smile stretched over her face from ear to scar as the man’s blood pooled around her hand. It dripped down her arms, her chest, and over her legs.
She was straddled over an older man with silver hair and a tracksuit while wearing nothing but lingerie, one hand gripping his hair tightly while the other held a dagger plunged deep into his mouth from the bottom of his chin.
Allisher Sokolov.
Or itwashim once.
“You’re impossible.” I shook my head, closing the door behind me.
“Are you mad at me?” she asked, her expression turning sweet and innocent.
“You’re impossible, sunshine,” I repeated, pulling her off of him and covering her with my suit jacket. “Seems like the whole gang’s inside now, we need to get the fuck out of here,” I told her, pulling the knife out from his chin and shoving it into his temple with ease as the blood poured out of his neck.
“Did you make contact with Ronan and Santos?” she asked,
“Who do you think is out there making all that noise?” I pulled the clip out of the dead Russian’s gun to check how many bullets were left.
Eight.
I’d have to make do.
“Check him for a weapon,” I told her. She nodded, patting Sokolov down and fishing inside the inner breast pocket of his jacket before pulling out a 9mm Luger.
“Stay behind me,” I said, putting my arm out in front of her when she tried getting past me to open up the door.
She gave me a look full of sharp knives.
“If you’re feeling suicidal, let me know sunshine. I’ll take you out myself and do it quick so it’s painless. Now get behind me before I knock your ass out and carry you over my shoulder.” She looked at me with her mouth gaped open like she couldn’t believe I was taking this tone with her, but I was finally starting to understand why Zerkos handled her the way he did.
She was a fucking brat, begging to push every boundary she came across and I wasn’t sure if it was because she was aching for a punishment or because she simply didn’t know how to live without conflict.
She smirked, gesturing her hand at the door to let me know she’d be a good girl from here on out. A voice message came in from Santos. It was hard to make out with all the noise, but I could hear broken up shouts as he panicked about finding Celia.
“I got her. Regroup outside,” I sent back to him.
“I’m cornered. I need help.” Santos’ voice came in clearer on the next voice message.
