“As you will see, gentlemen, both subjects won’t stop until ordered.”
I pushed harder into the female’s hole, the fire igniting again in my thighs.
Suddenly, the sound of a door bursting open filled the room. The crowd jumped to their feet as men holding guns entered the room and began to open fire.
I thrust faster into the female, when Master shouted, “547, ak’ movida—come here; 221, Get your sais and … sasaklao!”
Slaughter. Master ordered me to slaughter them all.
I pulled out of 547. The female ran to Master and I picked up my sais. The crowd was rushing for the door; the guards opened fire on the invading men.
“Klavs!” Master ordered again. Gripping the sais in my hand, I ran at the men firing guns. All I saw was a red mist as I knocked the first two to the ground, straddled their thighs, sinking my sais into their chests. They gurgled as blood drowned their throats, choking them out.
Rising to my feet, I fixed my gaze on my next target. But gunfire around me began quieting. Looking around, Master’s guards were lying dead on the ground.
Roaring in rage, I focused on the men with guns. They were running back down a narrow hallway, running from my sais. I had to follow them outside. I couldn’t let them live.
Raising my sais, I picked up my feet to run after the men. Cold air began flowing down the hall. But I picked up speed, following the men toward, then out of, an open door.
Fury coursed through me, the harsh beat of my heart thumping in my ears.
Klavs, klavs, klavs, my mind told me, my boiling blood thickening in my veins.
I would kill them all. Kill them all for Master.
Rushing through the open door, I barely felt the cold wrap around my naked skin. The invaders turned toward me and dropped their guns to the ground. I froze. I stared at their empty hands. Opening my clenched fists, I dropped my sais to the ground.
They ran at me in twos, but I knocked them down one by one. My fists crunched noses, broke arms, and snapped ribs. My knuckles bled, but they kept coming and I kept plowing them down.
A man came running at me. I stood my ground until he was only feet away … then as he reached to strike me, I dodged his fist and clutched his throat. Using the poison fueling my flesh, I roared and lifted him off the ground. Squeezing hard, I watched his eyes widen. I squeezed my hand tighter, hearing his breathing cut off. Blood drained from his face, and just before he took his last breath, I twisted my hand and snapped the invader’s neck.
Dropping his body to the ground, I whipped my head up at the sound of a van door opening. I braced when a man stepped forward. He was dressed like how Master dressed. The invaders swarmed around him, but his eyes focused on me.
“Knayz, he can’t be brought down. We need to kill him. He’s too far gone.”
The man stopped and growled, “No. We take him.”
“He can’t be stopped and we’re running out of time.”
“No!” the man snarled, but his eyes never left mine. He reached for his shirt and began unbuttoning the front. “I’ll take him.”
A man beside him stopped dead. “But you’re the knayz. The Pakhan ordered you not to fight.”
But the man kept coming, shedding his shirt to the ground, now only wearing a white vest showing his cut muscles. He approached me, fists clenched, his jaw tensed like mine.
I rushed forward and raised my fist to strike, but the man ducked and rammed his fist in my stomach. Pain sliced through me.
He was strong.
Gasping, I turned and swung, landing a hit on his lip. Blood immediately ran down his chin. But he came at me again. Grabbing my hair, I fought to get free. The man’s strength matched mine. He lifted his leg and sent his knee straight into my jaw.
Rage surged through me. I needed to kill … Klavs!
Storming toward him, I wrapped my arm around his waist and took him to the ground. His fists hammered into my ribs, but I pressed my forearm against his throat and pushed down. Face filled with anger, he reached up, hands gripping each side of my head. I pushed down harder, cutting off his breathing. His fingers clawed into my scalp, and with a strength I’d never encountered before, he began lowering my head. I fought back, pressed down harder against his throat. His face reddened from lack of air.
He would die. He would die.
His hands gripped tighter, and just when the fucker was running out of breath, he lifted his head and slammed it against mine. My arm slipped off his throat and he spun me on my back, wrapping my hands behind my back.
I fought to get free. My skin scorching from the poison in my veins. I couldn’t stand the feel of its heat.