I didn’t know who the enemy was, but it didn’t matter.
I was going to annihilate them at all costs. Especially if they harmed her.
I didn’t even care if it was my own people. They would pay for putting her in danger.
That rage only amplified when I saw her running through the woods. She looked like a mirage.
A ghost dressed in white floating through the woods.
I knew we weren’t alone, though. I could hear the men in the distance.
Still, I did the best I could to cover her. To give her the warmth she needed. Give her the shoes off my feet to protect hers.
I didn’t want to send her off on her own, but I had to.
I would do it again too.
“Come on, you fuckers. You want to kill me? I’m right here. Come get me.” I roar the words, daring them to take me on.
I smile as they all rush forward.
Go, baby. Get out of here.
I hope she took off the second she could. As long as she’s safe, I’ll be fine.
“You’re cocky, but you’re no match for all of us,” one of the men calls as they surround me.
I shrug. “I’m known as the deadly prince for a reason. Want to find out why?”
“You might be able to fight, but you can’t outrun a bullet.” He points a gun at me.
A maniacal laugh leaves me. “Bring it.”
Then I burst into movement. I have the gun out of his hand before he can blink. I turn the gun, pressing the trigger, shooting two of the four men who were surrounding me. They fall to the ground, groaning in pain.
Vests. Such a pussy way to head into battle.
My mind can’t help the dig at them. I’ve never once worn a bulletproof vest. I usually don’t even use guns. It’s such a coward's way to end a fight. If I’m going to kill you, I want to do so with my own hands. The only reason I’m even bothering tonight is for her.
I need to get to her as soon as possible. I didn’t miss the fifth man take off after her. I only hope either I make it to her in time or she makes it to Kenji.
Either way, the man will die.
Focusing back on the fight at hand, I hold the original man in front of me, smiling when the other man left standing hesitates.
Wrong move, buddy.
Pulling out my knife, I slit this man’s throat before running at the other.
He fires off a shot.
I hear ringing in my ear from the shot, but I don’t hesitate. I fling myself at the man. He swings out his elbow, connecting with my arm, causing me to drop my knife, but I don’t need it.
I pull the man to me, my arms wrapping around his throat.
I lock my wrist around my arm, pressing until the man stops struggling.
As soon as I drop him, I feel it. The burn in my shoulder.
