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That was when I heard it. A shot from inside the house, and as far as I knew, only one person was left behind. Leaping up, I left my rifle where it was and ran back down the stairs. The house was silent once more except for a muffled scream for help. I sprinted down the hall, sliding to a stop in my bedroom.
What I saw would fucking haunt me.
Fallon was on the ground with a man on top of her. He had her sleep shorts down, and he was struggling to undo his own pants. A cool calmness crept over me as I walked into the room, pulled out one of my Glocks from the thigh holster and put the muzzle to the back of his head.
“She’s mine.” I jammed the metal in a little harder.
The man grunted but still hadn’t looked at me. “You can have her after me.”
“I don’t think you understand what I’m saying. The girl is mine. Sticking your dick in her will only sign your death warrant.”
He growled this time. “Who the f—” His question died in his throat as he came face-to-face with my Glock. I shoved it into his mouth, breaking a few teeth while I was at it. Fallon was whimpering beneath him, holding her shaking arms out in front of her. Her limbs were shaking and seeing her so upset set the monster free in my head.
“Stand up. Slowly.”
He flinched as he looked at the cold look in my eyes. I wondered if he could see the darkness lurking there, slinking from shadow to shadow as he waited for the bloodbath to begin. The guy stood, his now flaccid dick hanging out of his pants.
Fallon scrambled to her feet, drawing her shorts back onto her hips, and pressed herself against the wall.
After patting down the motherfucker one-handed and removing a gun and a knife, I shifted my gaze to Fallon.
“Are you okay?”
She didn’t meet my eyes, but she was trembling.
“Fallon!”
Her blue eyes finally moved to my face. “I’m okay,” she whispered. “I’m okay.”
I shifted my attention back to the man who thought he could take what was mine—what I had claimed. “Start walking.”
I marched the guy out of the room with Fallon following behind me.
“Are you going to hurt him?”
“Yes.”
“Are you going to kill him?”
“Yes.”
I waited for her to beg me to spare his life, but she said nothing. Instead, she hung back at the doorway and watched.
Over my shoulder, I said, “Lock the door. I’ll come find you after I’ve taken care of this shit.”
She nodded and disappeared into the room. I waited until I heard the door lock, then proceeded down the hall and stairs. I was still leading the bastard by a gun in the mouth, and I smiled when I entered the living room to find six bodies laid out on the rug.
Finnan was pouring himself a drink while Caolan, Keir, and the twins hauled another man into the room.
My boss looked at me, then at the man getting real intimate with my Glock. He took a sip of his whisky. “Where did you find him?” he asked casually.
“Doesn’t matter. I found him.” My gaze shifted to the bodies lined up. “My kills or yours?”
“These are the motherfuckers who stormed the house,” Caolan replied. “I saw your handiwork when I went to check the perimeter. You got eleven. Perfect hits.”
I nodded, acknowledging the compliment he was paying me. Nobody else had the skills to be that accurate in low light. Nobody except for me.
“What are you going to do with that one?” Keir indicated to the man with me with the jerk of his chin.
