Page 84 of Wreaking Havoc
And then he stepped into the light.
There was the clamoring of voices, guns being taken out of their holsters. Kai let his wings burst out, spreading them wide to shield his mate. Sascha couldn’t be killed so easily—not by pests like these—but neither would Kai let him be inconvenienced by stray bullets.
There was more yelling. Shots fired. Everything was chaos. Mayhem.
Havoc.
Kai grinned, baring his sharp teeth.
And then he got to work.
It was so easy, slicing through the bodyguards. It almost made Kai nostalgic for the old battlefields, when swords and daggers had been the norm, rather than these silly toy guns.
He was careful not to let any of the blood spray hit Sascha, even as he took the head off Luca Caruso, who wasn’t looking nearly so casual as he met his end, his eyes wide with horror, his fingers grasping his gun with shaking fingers.
It was disappointingly quick work—in mere moments, there was silence all around. Silence but for a few harsh, panting breaths.
But neither Sascha nor Kai were panting.
“Can I open my eyes yet?” Sascha asked, the faintest tremble in his words.
Kai pressed a hand to his arm. “Not yet, zaychik.”
There was one more soul here in the warehouse, so timid and fearful Kai had missed it among the others’ rot. He stalked over to one of the cement pillars and ducked behind it, snatching at a collar.
He brought forward his prize, ignoring its startled squeak.
“What do we have here, then?”
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Sascha
Sascha kept his eyes closed tight, using all his inner strength to keep his breaths steady and even, to not let a whimper or yelp escape his lips.
It wasn’t that he didn’t trust Kai to keep him safe—Sascha trusted him with every ounce of his being—but the familiar sounds of violence still put him on edge.
Luckily, his demon seemed to be efficient—any screams were brief, and there was not even one word of begging to set off Sascha’s horrible memories.
These are bad men, he reminded himself.Evil men.
But it didn’t matter the justification. It didn’t matter what they’d planned to do, or the fact that this one over-the-top act would act as a deterrent against a longer, more brutal mob war between the two families.
Sascha was never going to like violence. He was never going to revel in other men’s lives being taken. It wasn’t in his nature. He let the anger that had built within him for years dissolve with every second that passed.
After not too long at all, there was silence. Sascha swallowed hard. “Can I open my eyes yet?”
Kai’s hand landed on his arm with reassuring warmth. “Not yet, zaychik.”
There was more silence, and then a startled, squeaky yelp, followed by Kai murmuring, “What do we have here, then?”
Had Kai missed one?
Despite his curiosity, Sascha kept his eyes shut tight. Eventually a firm, warm weight landed on his shoulder, a familiar smoky scent surrounding him.
Kai.
“I’m going to turn you to the wall, zaychik,” Kai murmured softly. “You’ll keep your eyes there. No looking around.”
