Page 58 of I Promise You
“Death got your tongue?” I look down at him eagerly.
“Grim Reaper.”
I clap my hands, congratulating him, sinisterly. All lasers from my team’s weapons are pointed at him from behind me.
“Ready to sing for us?”
“I’m not telling you shit.”
He reaches for another gun tucked into his pocket and tries to aim it at me, but I’m fast. I grab his wrist and twist it so hard he drops the gun, and his bones break. I kick the gun to Rooker, the pistol gliding across the floors and he stomps on it.
Then footsteps surround us all, loud and heavy. I turn to Rooker and he returns my gaze with a delighted shrug.
An electrocution of adrenaline shoots through me. “Let the fun begin, boys,” I roar with amusement.
Two men charge me. One has a gun, and the other a machete.
Rooker shoots the man with the gun straight in the head. I pull my favorite knife from the man’s arm and wall. A blood-curdling scream escapes from him. I throw the man wielding a machete up against the wall with one arm as he screams at me. He charges me with impressive speed, but it’s not enough to get me.
I stab him in the neck, and he drops the machete. He scratches at my hands, and I let him go. He ends up on the floor, hitting it hard, red splatters everywhere, even getting some on my boots. Fuck me, I just bought these. Death smiles as he hovers over the man scrambling for life, doing his best to hang on.
But I’m not done.
The man with the broken wrist scrambles for the machete dropped to the floor now that he is a free man. I watch him grinning behind my mask at his enthusiasm.
He really thinks he can escape us. How tragic.
Kane steps forward, pulling out his pistol to shoot his hand, but a sharp, loud bang sends the man’s hand exploding, and blood explodes all over us. At first, I can’t figure out what the fuck just happened. If Kane didn’t pull the trigger, then who…?
The front window to the house had shattered simultaneously when the man’s hand ruptured.
Ah, that makes sense.
“Creature, you almost fucking shot me, asshole! I know you’re new, but what the fuck!” Kane unleashes his fury at Daegan through the mic, and I smirk as Kane shudders from the unexpected shot.
“Don’t get your panties in a twist, Bane.I never miss.” Creature’s voice vibrates in our ears sinisterly as he reloads his sniper.
“Nice,” I compliment Creature. He does make a great addition to our team, after all. I stare at the man’s hand marked with a deep, wide hole in it. He squirms, roaring in anger as if the louder he gets, the more it’ll help ease the pain.
“Grim, there’s more of these fuckers in the basement,” Lopez shouts from the corner of the room.
18
DANNY
Five men sit tight, strapped and bound to a chair. It’s a dark room, and they only have one small light from a lamp that Lopez turned on. It illuminates them like a Broadway show. They’re the entertainment for the night.
This mission wasn’t what I was expecting. I caught myself hoping for a quick return to my angel in a day or two so I could make it up to her by having her sit on my face, devouring her until she shattered into clouds of bliss.Wishful thinking. It looks like this might drag out for weeks. Delta and the local police will show up soon to do their own investigative work.
“I’m the nice one. Please give me the answers. We all know how this ends tonight, right? With you finally giving in.”
“Suck my dick,” one of them says, spitting at Rooker, but he misses horribly. His saliva lands next to his feet. Rooker gives him a wicked grin. Even though he’s masked, I can see it.
I’m in the corner of the room, leaning against a wall in the dark with one of my boots pressed against a coffee table, sharpening my knife quietly, anxiously. Maybe I won’t have to get involved. But the sadistic parts of me hope I can get in on the fun.
They still don’t know I’m here. I’m Death’s shadow tonight. I’m no longer Danny.
“This ends with you guys revealing who your friend is. Show us, Mr. Death, and you all will be rich men.” The man seethes with hatred.
