“I learned from the best.” She giggles an evil laugh.

I chuckle. She sure the fuck did.

“Dammit, call off your girl. She ain’t lettin’ me fire,” my brother screams.

One, she isn’t my girl. My girl is laid up at home, waiting for me. Two, he is fucked up if he thinks we are letting him fire. He ain’t shooting off his gun until we have at least half of these fuckers out.

“Shit! I’m hit,” Pyro roars. “My leg, again! Goddammit!”

This pisses me off. He was shot in the leg last year, and now he has another gunshot wound. Oh, hell no, these fucking Mexicans are pissing me off. Another reason my brother better follow Lucy’s fucking orders.

“Dammit, Lucy!” Braxxon roars.

I’d be ten times worse than her and he knows it. “Would you rather have me on your six?” I holler.

As expected, he says nothing in return, just as I thought. She is going easy on him. He would still be back by the door where we entered if he were with me.

I am over this shit.

I signal to Lucy, who by instinct looks in my direction. She nods and takes aim to cover me. When she is in place, I fling myself against the concrete floor and slide across it while my bullets fly through the air. I nail four guys as I skid, and Lucy takes a few more out. When I am safely behind another column, I stand to reload, peer around the corner, and with accurate precision, wound two guys. I want to torture someone, and I can’t do that unless they are alive.

“Let ‘em go, Lucy,” I yell over the sound of fireworks. It is time to let my brother have a little fun as well.

“Go check on, Pyro, ZZ,” Braxxon orders as he finally takes his first aim. “Smokey, Rap, you good?”

“Prez,” ZZ says in acknowledgment, and Smokey and Rap grunt to let us know they are fine and not hit.

When all guys are dead but the two I wounded, we come out from behind the posts and my brothers stand back. They know these bastards are mine, but first.

“Pyro, you want a hand at these fuckers for shootin’ ya,” I holler over my shoulder as I stop in front of them, bend at my knees, and fling their guns away from where they have fallen.

He grunts. “Jokes on them bastards. I got two hot lesbians back home to take care of my ass. Have at it,” he responds.

One tries to kick at me and fails miserably. It would almost be sad if I wasn’t so goddamn furious.

“Luce, bring me your huntin’ knife,” I order, snapping my fingers for her to hurry with quickness. Lucy never goes anywhere without that fucking thing.

“Here ya go,” she says as she putters over to me and hands me the ‘gutter’. We all name our weapons. It is a part of who we are. “Kiss it first for Piper,” she growls.

Thank fuck I ain’t the only one angry over what happened to my girl. Lucy and Piper may never get along, but females stick up for other females when one of them is raped. Shit isn’t right.

I stick the long jagged blade up to my mouth to kiss it for my girl, and when I lower it, one man tries to scurry away. Lucy steps on his stomach with her riding boots and presses down onto his wound. I grin the biggest fucking grin as I take one hand and press it against the other’s forehead and push his body down on the ground. When his body is flat and he is writhing underneath my hands, I take the knife, jam it into his cut, and tear upwards. Blood curdling screams reverberate from his garbled throat. He coughs and sputters up tons of crimson before passing out.

“Well, ain’t he a pussy?” Lucy giggles and lifts her foot off the other guy so I can gut him like the nasty ass fucking fish that he is.

When she kicks him towards me and he grunts, I snort. The fucker is dying. He should be begging me for mercy, but he doesn’t. This one, I want to have a little more fun with. I am about to pull a Winter and watch this motherfucker bleed out a little bit before I ice him.

“Luce, be a doll and step on his right hand,” I order.

She does as I ask, and I laugh when the guy’s eyes widen to the size of the Grand Canyon. He should be fucking scared. I’m about to let him bleed out for a few seconds, let him feel his body weakening and know death is coming for his fucking nasty ass. When Lucy places her boot on his hand, I take the blade of her knife and slice from his wrist up to his elbow. Red flows freely from his arm, and Lucy, knowing how I roll, removes her boot and maneuvers herself to his other side for a repeat performance.

“Pop says to wait for his call,” my brother hollers, and I give a slight nod that I heard him. This means I can go clean up and spend some time with my girl for a few days, I hope.

When I cut his other arm, I watch as the crimson red pours from his open wounds, and blood gushes from his nose and mouth. Good, the motherfucker is bleeding out.

Luce squats down, puts two fingers up to his neck, and feels his pulse. “All right, he’s dyin’. Can we go now?” she asks.

I stand and hand her knife back to her. “Yeah, and Luce?” I say as she straightens up from her crouch.

“Yeah?” she replies.

“Thanks. Piper will appreciate your help,” I say sincerely.

“It was nothing,” she growls. “Wait until we find the other motherfuckers. I’ll teach ‘em to ever fuck a woman without her permission ever again.

I wrap my arm around my friend and walk towards my brothers. My blood boils as I watch Pyro limp in front of us. He is always the one that gets shot. That shit is fucked up.

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Chapter Twenty Five