Page 16 of Psycho Saviors

“Great, take me to him,” I ordered as I fired off my final shot and handed the empty launcher to one of my men.

I still had my two handguns holstered, but I unsheathed my knife, knowing exactly what I intended to do to pretty little Romeo Russo.

I followed my handful of men to where another bunch of them had a few hostages on their knees, guns aimed at them.

And the foul mouth-breather was right there, a waste of fucking oxygen.

“Romeo, Romeo,” I clucked, and he bared his teeth at me, his hands bound behind him, blood trickling down from a wound above his eye. “You took some very valuable things from me.”

“You fucking Silvestris think you own this city, you’re nothing but insane freaks,” Romeo snapped. “My father will kill you for this, he’ll?—”

He shrieked as I plunged my blade through his eye, making sure not to bury it too deep and kill the bastard. His eye oozed down his face, but I didn’t relent as I yanked it out and drove it into his other eye, holding his head in place as he howled with agony.

I stabbed him repeatedly, driving the blade into his chest and abdomen, reminding myself of where his organs were. I’d prolong his death just enough to satisfy me.

It wasn’t until he was gurgling blood and my vest was covered in splatters of it that I finally stood up.

“Make sure he’s dead before we leave. If not, tie him to the back of the car and drag him,” I stated as I eyed the other hostages, all men loyal to the Russos. “No survivors.”

I moved along the line of men, slicing their throats, enjoying the feel of their flesh flaying open, the blood spewing forth as they choked on their last breaths.

I’d destroy our enemies, tear apart all those who even thought of hurting those who were important to me.

Gouge the eyes out of any man who so much as looked at Scarlet with lust.

My radio crackled as an explosion went off, and we all turned in the direction of it.

“We’ve been hit,” a voice croaked over the radio. “Package hit.”

My chest tightened, a sliver of an unknown emotion snaking through me as I took off in the direction of the boom.

Fear.

I tossed my knife on the ground, yanking out my guns and firing as men appeared before me. My own team were shouting as they raced after me, gunning down the Russos trying to stop me as I flew across that field like my life depended on it.

Not Julian, not Scarlet.

Sickness swirled in my gut as I raced across the open area, gunfire raining down on me. I hissed as a bullet struck my bare shoulder, another grazing my thigh, but I didn’t stop as I fired off my own shots, hurtling towards the armored van meant to get my brother and Scarlet to safety.

I rounded a corner, the vehicle coming into view, having been blown onto its side.

And Russo men were headed right for it.

I fired at them, throwing myself behind the cover of the vehicle, spying the driver dragging himself through the smashed windshield.

My team rained bullets on the Russos moving in, and I scrambled around the back of the van, yanking the doors open.

A pile of my men were groaning and trying to right themselves, but my gaze settled on Julian, who was holding a terrified Kenny as he checked Scarlet over.

Who was not moving.

“Julian!” I lurched into the vehicle, climbing through the bodies to reach the pair of them.

“I’m fine, she’s still breathing,” Julian stated as I reached him.

“Let’s get you guys safe.” I scooped Scarlet up, knowing there was no time to over-think moving her right now, not while we were in the thick of this.

We clambered out of the van, my men still firing into the swarming Russos as I tried to find an opening for us to escape.