Page 29 of Their Stolen Obsession (Phantoms and Obsession Duet #2)

Her Predator

Sin

“ T here’s two guards by the side entrance,” Zane whispered beside me as we kneeled down behind bushes. “I’ll take them out.”

I looked at Saint on the other side of Zane, and he nodded in confirmation to follow through with the plan. Perspiration gathered on his forehead, and he wiped it away with the back of his hand. His blue eyes were focused, ready for revenge.

“We got you covered, Adler,” Saint whispered back.

I gave encouragement. “Strike ’em dead, soldier.”

Zane blew out a breath and off he went. He went around toward the trail we had used as a shortcut, but he had revealed we’d be made, and he was right. Armed men stood guard by the outside of the Pitrone fortress, ready to blow bullets into the heads of anyone who crossed their path.

“Adler better not cross us,” Saint muttered quietly beside me.

“He won’t,” I said as I watched Zane stroll up to the enemy with a cigar in his hand, and he had them follow him toward the side.

Away from a camera in plain sight. Fuck. Zane was a genius.

“I’ll bet ya one hundred bucks he’s asking them for a light.” I grinned.

Saint shook his head. “Two hundred he’ll snap both their necks.”

“Deal.” I shook my best friend’s hand.

Zane wouldn’t snap their necks. He’d get them both in a choke hold and watch their eyes bulge, pleading for their lives. Their eyes would turn red and their lips blue until life left them, ready for the afterlife.

The guards were fucking clueless as they searched in their pockets.

Adler’s distraction had worked like a goddamn charm.

Quickly, Zane reacted. With his huge biceps, he bound each man tightly, and their weapons fell to the ground.

He squeezed until their arms thrashed as they tried to free themselves from his headlock, but they were no match for Zane.

He slowly bent toward the dirt, and their bodies jerked.

Twitched until they went limp and death crept in.

Saint cursed.

“You owe me two hundred.” I slapped Saint’s arm.

Zane Adler was savage. An animal caged away inside of a massive veteran who enjoyed the thrill of death.

He was like me in a sense, but a rule breaker and a risk taker.

One hell of a player to have on our side, and I knew he’d avenge our game because he was a ruthless motherfucker.

He took no shit from anyone and was as quiet as a goddamn mouse.

Zane crept around in stealth mode and knocked out the outdoor camera. We met up with him, and he was the first one through the door. He was our way inside as he took out another device pointed toward the door.

“Let’s go,” I said to Saint as I made my way inside and Zane opened another door.

A bullet flew past my shoulder and hit the wall.

Zane put the bastard into a chokehold. Saint went ahead of him, and I followed close behind. Another camera to my left and one to Saint’s right. We shot them both out.

“Move, move,” Zane voiced from behind us as he let the limp body hit the floor and followed closely .

We’d blindsided the Pitrones, and they’d never know what hit them. Zane’s betrayal was the ultimate punch in the dick, but I didn’t blame him one bit. He had a job to do, to serve and protect. The exact mission we all had before we ended up as prisoners years ago.

“Camera at ten o’clock,” Saint announced with his back pressed up against a wall.

I blew the video camera sky high.

I missed a guard to my left, a surprise as he raised his weapon and got ready to fire.

The only option I had was to duck down and pray he had overshot.

Death knocked at my door for an entire two fucking seconds, and I wasn’t ready for my life to be over, but Zane had my back. He shot the fucker clear in the head.

Phew. Close call.

“Nice shot, Adler,” Saint praised Zane with a high five.

“Yeah, thanks, man.” I slapped Zane’s shoulder.

“Don’t mention it.” Zane didn’t take his eyes off the door up ahead until he stormed through.

Adler took out two more men before we even made it past the door frame. He was revved up, stone-cold, and in complete massacre mode. Despite his attempt to hide his weakness with a harsh exterior, Zane suffered damage. I saw his truth because I had lived through the darkness alongside him.

Zane was fucking broken with no hope of a way out until he met that special someone who made his dead heart beat again, pitter pattered for the addiction he wanted to own, obsess, hunt, claim, and wholeheartedly possess.

His corrupt soul needed his own little prisoner, trapped behind bars and confined to his will until she broke free.

Where she entrapped herself inside of his darkened heart, made him whole again and was his forever.

Just like our girl. A murky fairytale with an unhinged forever after.

Zane Adler deserved her. He had earned her, and he’d find her.

We seized room after room, putting the enemy to death with blood on our hands.

Their eyes were wide in shock when they saw us coming.

Armed men came at us from all different directions, but we were ready.

Revenge flowed through our veins as we took out one scumbag after the other.

Gunshots echoed, adrenaline rushed, and blood splattered.

The night held only screams; no words were exchanged, no pleas for life. The horrific sound made the hairs stand up on the back of my neck, and I laughed like a lunatic as I cracked some asshole’s neck .

I shot once, twice, three times. Each bullet connected with a head and blew brains out the other side. Shit! I was on fire!

I lived for the motherfucking thrill of blood spilling and pure goddamn chaos.

Carnage was all around me, and I was in a tailspin down a war path.

Dead bodies piled up behind me, and I’d never turn back.

Annihilation was the only thing on my mind with Preston Pitrone’s head on a fucking stick, along with anyone who stood with him.