Only one had been shot. His throat was cut, but the bullet wasn’t the kill shot. It had grazed his arm.
Whoever did this had been fast. Precise. Ruthless.
I exhaled sharply, surveying the scene. No mercy. No hesitation.
Kaz let out a low whistle. He looked… impressed.
Dario? He just grinned. “I think I’m in love.”
I said nothing.
Whoever did this meant business.
And I had a feeling we weren’t the only ones hunting this group.
Chapter 6
Selene
As I sit on my bed reading, I try to control the rage building inside me. My body aches — bruised, a cracked rib, half my face swollen and turning purple by the minute. Don’t even get me started on the stitches in my bullet wound, or the graze or two on my body.
Then there’s the twenty-year-old, terrified girl in my guest room.
I was going to end Barbra.
After executing every damn man at that house, I stole a couple of their phones for Lily. Once I managed to get myself and a shaking, traumatized Kathrine a good two miles away from the house, I called in. Lily and Max raced to our location to pick us up. At least Kathrine’s presence saved me from a long conversation.
I toss my book onto the bed and let out a frustrated sigh. Still too worked up to relax.
Climbing out of bed, I throw on my baggiest sweats. I can’t bring myself to put on a sweater, so the tube top Lily left me in will have to do.
My stomach growls as I head downstairs.
When I get to the kitchen, Max is setting down some takeout on the island. He knows me well.
“Hungry?” He opens a container with crispy fries and a greasy, delicious-looking cheeseburger.
“I’m famished. Gravy?” I try to smile, but the scab on my lip stops me as he slides a small container toward me.
“You shouldn’t be out of bed, you know.”
I roll my eyes at him.
“I’ve taken worse beatings in training, Max. I’ll be fine.”
He grunts in displeasure and shakes his head.
“Is Lily still with Kathrine?”
I agreed for Lily to stay with her as Lily is a lot better in emotional situations.
“Yeah, she is. She also got the background check on Barbra. You were right — the one your father has is misinformed.”
I let out a frustrated huff as I scarf down the burger.
“Of course it’s fabricated. Does she happen to have any Russian ties?”
“Yeah,” Max responds, “she’s some whore for the enforcer of the Russian mob out of New Orleans. But how she ended up here is a mystery.”
