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reload the other two covered his flanks. Each step dropped a body, until Cirro was breathing hard from exertion, but he didn’t stop. Ice hadn’t shown his face, and he was terrified the man would slip through in the chaos.
The idea ran his blood cold.
“Where is Ice?” Cirro hollered over the volley of gunfire. One merc took a shot to the head, his body crumpling, dead before he hit the ground. Cirro took aim with no mercy at the man at his side, but another shot rang out, whizzing past his ear. Only his enhanced reflexes saved his ear. He moved faster, now tracing back toward the house.
“He should be here,” Collin called.
“That bastard, from what information you were able to get to us, likes to be in front. He should be here,” Pietr agreed, and unease swept through Cirro. Something wasn’t right but he couldn’t see it. It was right there in front of him, but he just couldn’t grasp it.
“Riley, do you see anything?” Cirro asked.
“Only mercenaries. Unless he’s hidden among them, I don’t see him.”
“Welsh?”
“Nothing. The mercenaries are pulling back.”
“Take them out. No one escapes,” Cirro ordered.
“Pull back, Cirro, something isn’t right,” Pietr ordered.
“Where the fuck is he?” Fire spread through Cirro’s thigh as a bullet dug into his flesh but he ignored the pain. When he shifted he’d heal.
“Inside,” a smug, heavily accented voice blasted over the airwave and Cirro froze.
“Cirro!” he head Sasha scream and ran, flat out into the house. Pietr and Collin were at his side. Laius moved from the bottom floor to the second floor in one leap, pushing his mate into the waiting arms of her kaurteto. The women took the vasilassa out of the room.
“I’ve had just about enough of this bastard,” Laius growled, his normally deep gray eyes golden. Larger than any of them at nearly seven feet tall, not many wanted to tangle with the leap’s leader. Only Pietr and Collin, leaders in their own right, would have the strength to challenge him, and none of them were interested in going down that road.
“He’s in the house, somewhere.”
“Listen. That’s Beth,” Pietr suddenly hissed and Cirro ran. He didn’t care if the others kept up with him. If Beth was fighting, then Ice had made it farther inside than any of them had thought. Selene and Maddy had been placed with Sasha in Cirro’s quarters. Ice was with his mate.
Cirro heard a volley of shots and the scream of cats even as he leaped down the stairs leading to his area. Blood and body parts were everywhere. Eight leopards were fighting against armed assassins, Ice wading through the center toward the three huddled women in one corner. Cirro felt his heart stop as Selene stepped in front of Maddy and Sasha. As the only one not human of the three she could take more fire, but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t be cut down.
No, not when I’ve just found her. Please, God, no. Let me have her. Let me keep her, Cirro prayed as he lifted his gun. Pietr roared and streaked past him, he leopard ripping and tearing his way to his mate. Collin was no better. His wolf had taken over, the animal ripping through the mercenaries like so much meat. Cirro stayed in human form, afraid he wouldn’t be able to move his mate if the time came. He blasted at mercenaries as he moved.
“I’ll kill you, bitch, and everything you hold dear,” Ice threatened, lifting his rifle. Collin and Pietr slammed into him, even as Cirro shot him in the head, twice, in rapid succession. The leopards guarding the women tore through the remaining guards.
“Oh, that’s too bad,” another voice said and Cirro spun around to face Sasha. She was gripped in Detective Matherson’s arm and the muzzle of his .357 was pressed to her temple.
“I was sure that Ice would have taken care of her. Too bad,” he hissed, and pulled Sasha back with him toward a hole that only now Cirro saw in the back of his bedroom.
“Cirro,” Sasha cried, and
The idea ran his blood cold.
“Where is Ice?” Cirro hollered over the volley of gunfire. One merc took a shot to the head, his body crumpling, dead before he hit the ground. Cirro took aim with no mercy at the man at his side, but another shot rang out, whizzing past his ear. Only his enhanced reflexes saved his ear. He moved faster, now tracing back toward the house.
“He should be here,” Collin called.
“That bastard, from what information you were able to get to us, likes to be in front. He should be here,” Pietr agreed, and unease swept through Cirro. Something wasn’t right but he couldn’t see it. It was right there in front of him, but he just couldn’t grasp it.
“Riley, do you see anything?” Cirro asked.
“Only mercenaries. Unless he’s hidden among them, I don’t see him.”
“Welsh?”
“Nothing. The mercenaries are pulling back.”
“Take them out. No one escapes,” Cirro ordered.
“Pull back, Cirro, something isn’t right,” Pietr ordered.
“Where the fuck is he?” Fire spread through Cirro’s thigh as a bullet dug into his flesh but he ignored the pain. When he shifted he’d heal.
“Inside,” a smug, heavily accented voice blasted over the airwave and Cirro froze.
“Cirro!” he head Sasha scream and ran, flat out into the house. Pietr and Collin were at his side. Laius moved from the bottom floor to the second floor in one leap, pushing his mate into the waiting arms of her kaurteto. The women took the vasilassa out of the room.
“I’ve had just about enough of this bastard,” Laius growled, his normally deep gray eyes golden. Larger than any of them at nearly seven feet tall, not many wanted to tangle with the leap’s leader. Only Pietr and Collin, leaders in their own right, would have the strength to challenge him, and none of them were interested in going down that road.
“He’s in the house, somewhere.”
“Listen. That’s Beth,” Pietr suddenly hissed and Cirro ran. He didn’t care if the others kept up with him. If Beth was fighting, then Ice had made it farther inside than any of them had thought. Selene and Maddy had been placed with Sasha in Cirro’s quarters. Ice was with his mate.
Cirro heard a volley of shots and the scream of cats even as he leaped down the stairs leading to his area. Blood and body parts were everywhere. Eight leopards were fighting against armed assassins, Ice wading through the center toward the three huddled women in one corner. Cirro felt his heart stop as Selene stepped in front of Maddy and Sasha. As the only one not human of the three she could take more fire, but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t be cut down.
No, not when I’ve just found her. Please, God, no. Let me have her. Let me keep her, Cirro prayed as he lifted his gun. Pietr roared and streaked past him, he leopard ripping and tearing his way to his mate. Collin was no better. His wolf had taken over, the animal ripping through the mercenaries like so much meat. Cirro stayed in human form, afraid he wouldn’t be able to move his mate if the time came. He blasted at mercenaries as he moved.
“I’ll kill you, bitch, and everything you hold dear,” Ice threatened, lifting his rifle. Collin and Pietr slammed into him, even as Cirro shot him in the head, twice, in rapid succession. The leopards guarding the women tore through the remaining guards.
“Oh, that’s too bad,” another voice said and Cirro spun around to face Sasha. She was gripped in Detective Matherson’s arm and the muzzle of his .357 was pressed to her temple.
“I was sure that Ice would have taken care of her. Too bad,” he hissed, and pulled Sasha back with him toward a hole that only now Cirro saw in the back of his bedroom.
“Cirro,” Sasha cried, and
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