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I worked on rolling up the sleeves of my black dress shirt, knowing things were going to get ugly in a matter of seconds. The elevator was already beginning to slow down as it approached the top floor.
"Show no mercy," I emphasized. "They wished for one of our own's death. It's time we return the favor."
That got them riled up internally, and I could feel their brewing anger as mine was at the brink of catapulting merciless conviction. This "third party" of enemies wished for our Willow to disappear. It was time for them to feel what it was like to be dead.
In this approaching moment, there was no need for my calm, calculated observations. We were here to kill on instinct and interfere with their obvious plans to finish the job.
This is our dirty laundry. About time we got to washing shit up.
The arrival ding was our cue, and the moment the doors opened, black smoke rushed into the metal box. We were moving - my body jolting forward as I already held my handguns in my grasp and was pulling the triggers.
"THEY'RE HER-GAH!" I didn't let the man finish, bullets already filling him up. As if his attempt to hide behind a standing sculpture was going to stop me from seeing him, even with the dense black smoke.
It was like driving through a foggy night, but like Neo, none of us truly needed our sight to find our prey. Neo had taught us how to pick up on energies, and though I may not have been the best at it compared to him, who could see the world in neon glowing lights, it was enough to pick up the perfect silhouette of every enemy in this hall.
Fill them with bullets and watch their bodies drop as lifeless carcasses the next moment.
Screams of agony, gunshots, and unnatural cracks of limbs only told me Neo was letting us have some fun. I was sure he was tired after his moment of dominance he’d displayed earlier. I hoped we wouldn't see it for a while.
I'd "met" Nico on two occasions, and those were scary enough for me to make a mental note to not fuck up in his presence. Neo may be a calm individual on the outside, but the Forbidden knew better.
He was a ticking time bomb and all you needed to do was look at him the wrong way to make him explode.
As his allies, it saved us in the heat of battle, but if directed at us, we'd be dead. It was as simple as that. It was exactly why today was a very fucking close call, and I'd have to speak with Jayce and Saint about it.
I could already tell the news of him being royalty was more surprising than Neo's true identity. We all guessed Neo's name wasn't completely legit, but if you didn't know the name Nicodemus Ramiro, you were the biggest fool in the realms of wolf shifters.
People were frightened of Roberto, but the mere mention of Nico's name would send them to an early grave before they could be killed by his own hands. He was a prodigy of bloodshed, a wolf shifter who’d bathed in the blood of his enemies as a mere baby and been given generational wealth, strength, and status that even held its weight in places like Dubai, Russia, and Switzerland.
While I knew about Neo, I considered him a wild card, one I wouldn't have any control over if he did "lose it." But I had no intention of using him for selfish reasons other Alphas or individuals of leadership would.
We gathered together with a common goal: domination.
I spun around in time to shoot down two men that tried to get the upper hand on me. I was sure they were attempting to escape whatever hiding space they thought was beneficial in this prime moment.
Sensing the movement to my left, I ducked in time to avoid the swift kick directed at my head. My fist was already hitting the first mark. The masked man grunted at the punch before my gun took its place and I pulled the trigger.
His grunt was silenced by my spinning kick that sent him flying into the wall, and I was already moving forward to the office that was being riddled with bullets.
Getting inside was easy. Making sure I didn't get shot in the process was a pain in the ass. I wanted to make sure I looked sharp for later in the day, and I'd rather not deal with a few bullet holes. Healing them wouldn't be a problem, but no shifter could get away without phantom pain.
That was just a fucking cunt of a bitch to deal with.
There were still too many bullets coming from the corners of the room, and I was ready to end this game of stray bullets.
"Elda Le Va Ru."
I caught onto the spell and immediately ducked and placed my hands on my ears - dimming the sudden sound that replicated a hymn of praise in a church. The bullets lessened until they stopped, replaced by silence.
My eyes immediately darted around the hole-ridden room, from the desk to the sculptures that had been practically destroyed in the crossfire. That wasn't what I was looking for, but my eyes finally locked onto the slight pop in the bookshelf. Viktor's eyes locked onto mine as I quickly nodded my head for him to venture out with our possession.
Roberto.
Viktor kicked the secret door open, and he and Roberto ran out to observe the lull of movement from our enemies.
"Cover your ears," Viktor ordered Roberto, and though I could see the flicker of defiance in his eyes, he did what was asked of him. The look reminded me a bit of Willow and her inability to follow orders that weren't her own, but I dismissed the thought just as fast.
Not time to lust over her.
