Kate’s insides petrified. “But...but, that’s not legal.”
Bigsby laughed. “You are so na?ve. There is no legal or illegal. What matters is who has the control. I’m the one with the money and therefore I have all the control.” Bigsby barked out a laugh.
Braxton started down the aisle. Bigsby sobered, realizing he wasn’t entirely out of danger, and reached for the door.
The door swung open with enormous force, sending Bigsby flying backward into a pew.
Lorcan walked through the door with two other enormous men all decked out in leather and wearing guns holstered to their chests. She forgot to breathe. It was the Assassins.
She reached for Braxton’s arm, digging her fingers into his flesh.
“Braxton.” The one with the buzz cut appeared to be the leader since the other two men flanked him. He glanced around the room and then back at Braxton, grinning. “I didn’t picture you for the praying type. Guess you picked the perfect time to start.”
“What the fuck?” Bigsby scrambled to his feet and stood and stared at the three Weres. “You assholes could have broken my nose, you clumsy elephants.”
Braxton didn’t let his gaze leave the Weres. He’d never met them, but he’d grown up hearing about the three deadly Assassins and what they looked like. The one with the blond hair and blue eyes who looked like a California surfer was Lorcan. The one who had short spiked black hair with gray eyes and looked like he belonged in a metal band was Killian. Standing between the two was the leader, Brutus. He had sharp green eyes and dark brown, buzzed-cut hair.
They were the self-proclaimed apocalyptic horsemen of the werewolf race, bringing death in the shape of a silver bullet. And they were here for him.
Braxton shoved Kate behind him.
“Hey, I’m talking to you!” Bigsby proceed to poke his perfectly manicured finger in Brutus’s chest.
Without his lethal gaze leaving Braxton, Brutus’s arm shot out and punched Bigsby in the face, sending him flying through the air and landing on the floor. Bigsby didn’t move. The asshole was out cold.
“Your human friend is very annoying.” Brutus glared.
“He’s not my friend,” Braxton growled.
“But I am.” Kate stepped in front of him. Braxton pulled her away, but she struggled against him.
With Kate still fighting him, Braxton focused on the Assassins. “Let her leave. Then we can finish this.”
“She is free to leave. We have no quarrel with the human.” Brutus moved away from the door entrance and motioned her through.
“I’m not going anywhere,” Kate yelled.
“Please, Kate.” Braxton held her face between his hands, forcing her to look at him. “I don’t want to see you get hurt.”
“And I don’t want to see you get killed…” she glared at the three Weres “…for a murder you did not commit!”
Braxton’s heart convulsed and twisted. God, how he loved this woman, even if she wasn’t a werewolf. It didn’t matter to him if she were a purple cat, Kate was his perfect match.
“Female, you need to leave,” Brutus ordered.
Killian reached inside his jacket and pulled out a .45. “How about this time I put it in your head so you won’t feel a thing?”
Kate screamed, struggling to put herself in front of Braxton.
Braxton looked at Brutus and gritted his teeth. “I don’t want her to see this.”
Brutus narrowed his eyes for a second before nodding Lorcan forward. “Take the woman outside.”
“You better fucking make sure you don’t hurt her,” Braxton growled.
“Fine, rogue. The human won’t be harmed.” Lorcan smirked and reached her. Kate twisted and bit his hand. Lorcan snarled.
“You sure she’s human?” Lorcan growled and assessed the damage.
“Kate, please go with him,” Braxton pleaded. He wasn’t sure how much more he was going to be able to take before he brought this whole place down around their ears.
Kate glanced at the door and then back at Braxton. She settled down. “Fine. But I’ll walk out of here. Without him touching me.” She glared at Lorcan, who shot her a glare.
Braxton nodded; he didn’t trust his voice at the moment. Instead, he kept his gaze on Kate. He wanted her face to be the last face he saw as the bullet hit his brain.
Kate walked down the aisle with Lorcan behind her. She was halfway to the door when a woman’s scream tore through the church.
Felicity ran through the door carrying a large ceramic flower pot. She hurled it in the air towards Killian. It struck the Assassin on the side of the head with a thunk and then fell to the ground, smashing into a thousand pieces.
“That’s from doing crossfit, motherfuckers.” Felicity flipped them the bird with both hands.
With blood running down his face in a small river, Killian lowered his pistol and gave Felicity a murderous glare. Felicity froze.
“Why are you not on the ground? That was like a fifty pound flower pot. That shit was heavy.” Felicity arched her brow.