Page 46 of Sinful Lord

Immediately, it’s attached to an email. Overhead, I hear the sound of a quickly approaching round of fire. I lift my own barrel just over the precipice of the broken window and start to fire, all while blindly typing Manfred Shulz’s name into the contact field.

I only give a quick look down to confirm that the address bar has been filled out before I hit send.

“Fuck you, Yasha,” I spit, stuffing my phone back into my pocket. With a primal rage steaming from my skin, I pick up my other gun and jump off my ass.

It’s time to end this.

“Oh—“ I immediately come face to face with one of Lothar’s goons. His black eyes open wide at the sight of my barrel.

It’s the last thing he ever does.

My bullet slices right through his forehead. But before his lifeless body can hit the snow-covered ground, I grab him around the collar and pull him to my side.

He becomes my human shield as I hop back over the broken glass and escape my tomb. I’m not ready to die.

Flashes of rage push me forward. Round after round of enemy fire pounds into my human shield’s lifeless body, but his bulletproof vest protects me from the worst of it.

Hell, by the time I manage to get back to my car, I’m barely in any pain at all. And that’s bad news for Lothar and his crew.

“It’s fucking over,” I roar.

Opening my back door, I dip beneath the seats and pull out a briefcase filled with hand grenades. Bullets bounce harmlessly off my shielded window as I pull the pin on the first one.

The fuckers don’t know what hits them. I’ve already tossed the second explosive over my open door when someone finally realizes what’s about to happen.

“Grenade!”

He’s barely able to finish before the first explosion shuts him up. The agonizing wails that rise up from the smoke are swiftly silenced by a second explosion.

When I look up through my window, I see that only Lothar and another man are left standing. But they’re hardly a threat anymore. Both are frozen in the smoke, shocked still by the sudden turn of events.

I grab my gun and take full advantage of their little naps.

Lothar’s last soldier tastes my first bullet. It rips through his throat and he immediately collapses to the ground. My second bullet pierces Lothar’s thigh. The third into his ribcage.

Shit, that might have hit an organ.

He’s barely had a chance to shout out in pain before I’m on him, barrel pressed against his forehead.

“Looks like Berlin isn’t my grave, after all,” I sneer. “But it definitely is yours.”

“I always knew it would be,” Lothar coughs. Blood dribbles from his cracked lips as I pull him up by the collar.

“Yasha should have warned you about me,” I growl.

To my surprise, that makes the old ghoul chuckle. “She did. But I didn’t believe her.”

“Why the fuck not?”

“Because you failed,” he abruptly states. “The girl my men kidnapped, the girl who escaped the crash… she clearly means more to you than you care to admit. But you let my men take her. Then you left her on her own as she desperately tried to escape from something much worse. How could a man with any power let that happen to someone he cares for?”

“She’s just a job…” I hopelessly lie, unsure of who I’m trying to convince more.

“Just a job,” Lothar weakly repeats. His black eyes are glossing over. I’m losing him. He can’t go without giving me my answers.

“What else do you know about this devil?” I ignore him, pressing my barrel deeper into his wrinkly forehead.

“… The devil…” Lothar rasps, his eyelids fluttering as his glassy eyes fill with fear. “… What he did to my men…”