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The Bubbas who kidnapped me just watched three gigantic men disappear into thin air. They finally realized they had gotten themselves into some deep shit. They probably weren’t even thinking about the supernatural. Despite that I bet they still thought they were terrorists and disappeared with technology bought from China specifically developed to take down the US.
I could work with that.
I twirled Smurfette and started whistling theBenny Hilltheme again. Asher just grinned at me.
“Give them hell, Speedy. I’m going to pack all this up.”
“Now! Which one of you assholes chloroformed me?” I demanded.
Chapter 19
I
didn’t get my revenge on the men who kidnapped me in Los Angeles and brought me to that lab to have my memories stolen. I didn’t get to kill Doctor X for everything he did to me when I was a child and everything he tried to do when I was in that coma. I had little time to get creative and take out all that pent-up rage on the five sniveling Bubbas who had tried to bring me back to Isaiah, but I made do.
These assholes right here. Outside this warehouse, you could hear the screams of gunfire and dying men. Aeron could take them out in an instant, but he wanted them to suffer. I knew he would eventually break out his Horseman of Death gifts, but all three angels were working through some shit out there just like I was in here.
Asher was just ignoring all of it and disappearing weapons and ammo to some hiding place for the resistance to make use of later. He never rushed me or judged me, and I really appreciated that.
The dickheads who kidnapped me didn’t want to admit who it was that had stuck a rag of chloroform over my mouth, nor did they want to admit they were doing to die. They appeared to have a lot of faith in their numbers and guns, despite watching Aeron, Dice, and Leif just disappear and Asher push boxes into nothing.
They were trying to talk me into fighting with them and abandoning my terrorist friends.
“Once you’re among true believers, you’ll see this is all just Stockholm Syndrome.”
I walked over and poked him in the chest with Smurfette.
“True story, asshole. That’s not an official diagnosis and was coined by a sexist asshole who didn’t even treat the kidnapping victim in a seriously mismanaged case. I wonder what a psychologist is going to say about you fuckers when this is all over… you did awful things for the man who turned the entire world into Rage Heads and started World War III.”
“Fake news!” he snarled.
I brought Smurfette down on his head. His skull cracked open like an egg, and his lifeless body slumped on the floor. I twirled Smurfette around gleefully, and bits of his brain spattered across the faces of the Bubbas on the floor.
“Anyone else want to mansplain what a bang-up guy my father is? I’ve known him longer than any of you. I’ve seen what he does in private when he’s not trying to impress assholes like you. He’s a rapist asshole that enjoys hurting little kids. He’s not leading you anywhere, except to your death. You’re nothing but human shields to him. Those labs he has you protecting aren’t for vaccines. The guy out there you call a terrorist has already made one. Isaiah is trying to figure out how to turn the rest of you fuckers into Rage Heads. And I swear to God if any of you repeat that fake news nonsense to me, I’m going to throw you out there to my boyfriends. They won’t make it quick.”
I realized it had gone deathly silent. The men who kidnapped me weren’t trying to convince me to go with them to my father, and there were no signs of battle outside. Aeron must have worked through his shit and done his thing.
Dice kicked the door in, and all three Horsemen came into the warehouse. They were all covered in gore like Aeron liked to be, and their were riddled with bullet holes. They had so much blood on them, all I could see was the whites of their eyes and their pearly teeth.
“What are you doing with these jokers, Speedy?” Dice asked. “We killed all the Bubbas in the warehouse, and you only got one of them? There’s a bus packed full of more of them headed up the road.”
“You clearly worked through some issues if you all got nasty out there. I’m working through mine.”
“That’s impossible!” one of the Bubbas yelled. “You can’t have killed everyone! All you have are swords, and there are only three of you. We had way more men and guns. There’s no way they are all dead.”
“Can I borrow your Bubba, Speedy?” Aeron asked.
“Oh, go ahead.”
“We don’t have time for this,” Asher said, disappearing another box. “Isaiah knows Ariel is here. He knows we are here. He’s going to keep sending more men. We need to get what we can out and destroy the factory before all his Bubbas get here.”
“Iknow,Asher. I just need to make a brief point, and then Speedy can get her sweetrevenge.”
“We don’t need all three of you for this point,” Asher snapped. “Leif and Dice should go clear out the warehouse. Dice needs to work his magic destroying it.”
“I wanted Speedy to watch me make something go boom. And it’ll be sexy as fuck to watch her get revenge on these men.”
“This is so fucked up,” a Bubba moaned.
