Bone Deep(60)

Bullet laughed and Bone’s jaw dropped.

“It doesn’t happen often so make sure you remember it,” Arrow told Bone.

“Fuck you both,” Bullet remarked shyly.

“The Kremlin was Blade’s work.”

Arrow glanced at her, her eyebrows lowered and a frown tugging her mouth. “You need to train.”

Shock coursed through Bone. “Why do you say that?”

“Because you’re rambling,” Bullet offered. “Telling us things we already know.”

Bone shrugged and got up, walking to the window and glancing out. Why she picked that moment to look out the window she had no idea, maybe it was intuition or the universe giving her a heads up for all the shit it had given her over the years. Whatever the reason, she didn’t miss the glint of sun on glass.

“Scope, ten o’clock,” Bone said dropping down and crawling to the space between the two huge picture windows in the study.

“Another one, two o’clock,” Bullet’s hard voice came from the doorway.

“Get down,” Arrow called.

Then Bone heard a sound she’d heard many times before but only in war zones. As the RPG screamed through the window and detonated, everything went silent. Shrapnel bit into her skin and her vision hazed. Gunfire sounded and as she looked for her sisters, she saw Arrow down on the ground, not moving, eyes closed.

She crawled to her, her surroundings shredded and still unable to hear anything but continued gunfire and incessant ringing.

“Bone!” It sounded as if her name floated to her from a thousand miles away. She looked left and saw Raines there gesturing her toward the doorway.

“Get the babies in the panic room,” she ordered. Smoke poured through the room now and she made it to Arrow, pulling her by the underarms to the hallway.

Bullet had disappeared but then she was there, her rifle in her hand and her eye to the scope.

“Raines! Take Arrow to the panic room,” Bone commanded.

“But—”

“We do not need you here. Take Arrow to the goddamn panic room and lock yourselves in. You keep them safe!” Bone yelled in his face.

He didn’t hesitate, just scooped an unmoving Arrow into his arms and took off disappearing down the hall before he took the stairwell down to the panic room.

“You’re sure the panic room is a separate entity from the house?” she asked Bullet.

“Yes. They have their own air flow system and it’s completely underground. They will be safe,” Bullet assure her.

She fired a single shot and glanced at Bone. “There are at least thirty men out there, Bone.”

Bone pulled her knife from its scabbard at her back. She was not in good shape but she’d fought with worse. “Are they Joseph’s?”

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.