Bullet nodded. “They move like soldiers. I’m guessing U.S. Special Forces.”
Fire licked up the walls behind them and Bullet grimaced. Bone slid to Bullet’s side, grabbed the pistol from her sister’s pants and turned to her. “Let us kill them,” she said with a grin.
“Kill them all,” Bullet said viciously.
Another RPG rocked the house and the men were on them. Bone did not wonder where Raines’ men were. They were not here so it did not matter.
She met the first soldier through the door with a knife to the chest. The second with a bullet to the head and the third with a punch to the throat. Behind her Bullet picked off man after man but still the smoke writhed and the men kept coming.
She heard Bullet grunt and Bone turned, firing a single shot and knocking the man who’d attacked her to the ground. Bullet kicked him in the head and he dropped like a stone. Bone was lifted off her feet by another one and she head-butted him until he let her go. She slid between his legs, raised her knife and drove it home in his femoral artery.
How many she killed she didn’t know, her only thought was to eliminate as many as possible. Bullet continued to reload and fire but they were overwhelmed. It was something Bone had sworn she would never be again.
“Never again,” she whispered. She tapped into her lust and stoked her rage, fanned the flames until all she knew was the clawing need for death. Pain was eclipsed by the desire to kill and she stepped willingly into its embrace.
She turned, slid her gun to Bullet and she took them on with her strongest asset—her hands. Because she moved so fast, and because Bullet kept them busy dodging her shots, they couldn’t track her. For every punch or kick she received she eliminated two men. She punched throats, took out eyes and broke several necks and still they poured through the doorway, soldiers in full camouflage.
They’d known the men of Trident weren’t here and they’d struck. Nothing about that was good.
“Run, Bullet,” Bone yelled.
Bullet did not answer and it was then she saw Bullet on her knees, a gun to her head, her gaze narrowed and promising death.
Bone rushed the man, dodging the bullets they fired at her, taking several winging gunshots to various parts of her body before she reached the man threatening her sister. She ran until she reached him and then she jumped, grabbing his head in her hands and twisting her body at the same time she twisted his head.
It was enough to crush his spine and weaken the surrounding tissue enough to decapitate him on the spot. She gained her feet, standing in front of Bullet and holding the dead man’s head in her hands.
The soldiers stopped and it gave Bone enough time to grab two grenades off the dead man’s flak jacket. She tossed his head to his fellow soldiers, pulled the pins and threw those as well.
“Run!” she yelled at Bullet.
Bullet was already gone, heading through the hole in the wall and hitting the hallway that lead to the panic room. The front of the house continued to burn and the smoke was heavy but they were close. They had made it halfway before a tall man stepped from the staircase that led down to the room.
He wore a smile and held a semi-automatic rifle in his hands, cradling it to his chest. This was their leader. “I’m so glad y’all joined the party,” he said.
Bone stopped and breathed in deeply. His accent reminded her of Grant. She heard the remaining soldiers coming up from behind them. She angled her body so she could watch them and the leader. Bullet did the same.
She took the man in with a single glance—trained but not experienced. His skin was smooth, his hands unmarked and soft. His stance was easy but not fluid. He was decidedly unprepared for the war he’d wrought today.
She cocked her head and continued to stare at him. “I’ve been here for a little while now and I still have no fucking clue what a ‘y’all’ is, Bullet. It’s a burning question I’d like an answer to.”
Bullet had blood running down her cheek. Bone had three separate gunshots, two that had winged her arm and one, deeper, which had dug a piece from her side. Her strength was evaporating with the blood falling from those wounds. This needed to get done quick, fast, and in a hurry.
Bullet looked at her and grinned. “I believe, sister, it is ‘you’ and ‘all’ combined in a perfect redneck combination.”
Bone nodded. “Ah, I see. Well then, sir,” she addressed the man who appeared to be the leader. “I’m glad y’all came too. My days had become quite boring.”
“Now, ladies, I’m just here to talk. This can go civilly if you’ll let it,” he said with a placating smile.
Bullet snorted. “You could have knocked. It doesn’t get much more civil than that. Rand will be really pissed you fucked up his house.”
Bone hummed her agreement. “How about you, Bullet, are you pissed?”