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“S aint and Angel, take the back door. Heaven, Rapture, the front. Priest, Zion, and I will go through the windows on the north and south side of the house.”

Saint nodded, his jaw set in a hard line as he glared at the run down piece of crap house in front of him. It would have been easier if they could just rift, but they had no idea what the layout of the structure was, or what they would be up against once they were inside. From what they could see right now, the roof had a big hole in one side of it, and the other side looked as if the entire thing was going to cave in. Some of the windows were boarded up, but most were just open with jagged edges of broken glass sticking out of rotting wood.

Not only that, but they had no idea where the demon they were hunting was inside the house, or where he was keeping the woman he’d kidnapped from her home three days before. All they knew was that the bastard was in that building that looked as if it were going to fall in on itself at any moment.

Sometimes, it was better to infiltrate a place as quiet as possible and take the enemy by surprise, especially when you were going in dark. Hopefully, this was one of those times.

“I got a bad feeling about this, Prez.”

Fuck. If Heaven had a bad feeling, that normally meant shit was going to hit the fan.

“I hear ya, Heaven. Do we go in hard and fast, or slow and silent? You make the call.”

Heaven took her gaze from the house to glance at God, her brow furrowed slightly. “Fast and hard, Prez. And now.”

So much for going in quietly. Looked like it was going to be more of a conquer and annihilate, no fucks given, kind of takeover.

The corner of Saint’s mouth tipped up slightly. Just the kind he liked. He was all in.

Without another word, all seven of them rifted, leaving where they’d hidden out of sight until they were ready to make their move, and teleporting to their perspective places around the house.

“Now,” God ordered darkly, his voice coming in clearly through the ear comms they all wore. Raif, Angel and Rapture’s little brother, had set their team up with the comms the year before. Raif was a part of the Demon King’s guard, but since the king hired the Guardians himself for several classified missions, he allowed Raif to help them in any way they needed. Which they were grateful for, because the man had a gift for technology that no one else in their club did. He wasn’t an official member of their MC, but he had become a prospect a few months ago. Saint knew he would be a member before too long. Rumor had it, he would leave the guard and be with the MC fulltime once that happened.

Saint put his heavy, black boot through the wooden door, causing it to splinter and crack as it flew open, ripping it off the top hinge. He rushed inside, Angel on his heels, letting out a deep growl of fury at the sight in front of him.

The woman they’d been sent to rescue stood in the middle of a large room, held tightly by an enraged demon who looked as if he was about to lose his shit. His eyes were wide and crazed, flames ghosting over every inch of exposed skin. Saliva dripped from his large fangs, falling onto the human female’s collar bone, causing her to cry out in pain. The son of a bitch was coating her with his poison, and by the scars that marred her flesh, it was obvious it wasn’t the first time he’d done it.

Saint was aware of his brothers and sister swarming in to surround the bastard, but he didn’t take his eyes from the scene in front of him. Knowing they needed to end this now, he snarled, “You got one chance, motherfucker. One chance to let her go. That’s it.”

“Or what?” the demon asked, flashing his fangs at them. The woman whimpered softly, waves of terror emanating from her. The demon threw his head back and laughed, his hand sporting huge, black claws moving up her chest to encircle her throat. Closing his eyes, he inhaled the scent of her fear deeply. “Hell, yeah,” he groaned. “That’s what I’m talking about.”

Letting his own claws slam through his fingertips, Saint rifted. One second, he was standing in front of the mutilated door, the next he was beside the terrified woman, ripping the demon’s hand from her throat, and enclosing his own around the asshole’s neck. Letting out a loud roar, he rushed the demon backward, slamming him up against the wall.

“You see this?” he yelled, pointing to the Demon Guardians MC patch on his vest. “You know who we are? What we do?”

“Fuck you!”

“You don’t, huh? Well, let me give you a brief lesson.” The demon’s mouth opened in a silent scream as he tried to pull Saint’s hand from his throat. Saint laughed, a deep, dark, vicious sound that filled the room. He squeezed tighter, sinking his claws in deeply at the base of the bastard’s neck drawing blood. It bubbled up, leaking out over Saint’s hand, some dripping down his arm. “We hunt down scum like you and rid the world of your evil taint.”

“Quit playing with your new toy, Saint.” He glanced over to see a wicked grin on Rapture’s face. “Unless you’re going to share, of course.”

“Sharing is caring,” Rapture’s twin chimed in, as he moved over to stand beside Saint. “And my mama taught us to always share.”

“Bullshit,” Saint huffed out, shaking his head. The twins didn’t share anything. They were tight as could be, but kept their possessions separate. Their women too. Although, he couldn’t remember the last time Rapture had taken a woman to his bed. Definitely not one of the club bunnies that hung around the clubhouse.

The demon he still had a tight hold on tried to break loose by kicking out with his feet, but Saint just dug his claws in a little deeper, grunting in satisfaction when his prey’s chest began to heave as he tried to catch his breath.

While most demons couldn’t harm other demons with their poison, Saint was different. It was the royal blood that flowed through his veins. The fact that he shared the same last name as the King of all demons meant he had a few gifts that other demons didn’t possess. Ones he wasn’t afraid to use on psychotic pieces of shit like the one in front of him.

He was going to make the asshole suffer, just like the demon made the woman he kidnapped suffer for the past three days. Because there was no doubt in his mind that when the demon dripped his poison on her delicate skin earlier, it wasn’t the first time he’d done it. He would have had to remove it from her system each time to keep her alive, and the whole experience would have been agonizingly painful. He was honestly surprised she’d survived.

There was only one explanation that he could come up with. The bond she had with her mate made her fight harder than a human without a mate would have. Because if she died, chances were good that her mate would follow, leaving their children without parents to raise them.

“Sorry boys, normally I’d hand him over to you, but I want to play this time.” Leaning closer, getting in the fucker’s face, he growled, “I want him to feel the agony the female felt. To suffer the same hell she went through.” Moving forward even more, he chuckled darkly as he let the poison slowly leak out from his fangs onto the demon’s bare shoulder. The man reared back in shock, his eyes wide with terror and pain. “He’s going to endure the same torment she experienced at his hand. All. Night. Long.”

The demon screamed hoarsely, struggling fiercely in his hold, but he was no match for Saint. The demon prince bit into the bastard’s skin, letting his poison out full force, snarling as it entered the man’s blood stream and ran rampant throughout his body. Just when he thought he might lose him, Saint began to slowly pull the poison back into his own body, until it was all removed and the man collapsed on the ground.

Glancing over at God, knowing his eyes were glowing a deep, dark, red, Saint growled, “You might want to leave. This is going to take a while.”

God shook his head, his cold, hard gaze trained on the demon who was now cowering from them. “Already sent the woman with Heaven and Rapture. They are going to remove the poison that’s in her body and take her home to her loved ones. I got no place to be.”

“Me neither,” Priest said, leaning casually against the wall, his arms crossed over his wide chest.

“Same,” Angel ground out, his dark eyes locked on their enemy.

“Nothing planned here,” Zion said, his black eyes trained on the demon who had signed his own death warrant the second he took an innocent woman from her mate and children.

Saint nodded once, before reaching down to haul the demon to his feet, an evil grin appearing. “Let’s do this.”