What was I thinking? I was already planning on killing the guy. How much worse could I do?
Was there any scenario where I could let the guy live? And feel safe? And not have to worry about him taking revenge on any of my women either? I didn't think so. Maybe the old me would try to justify a way. Not tonight.
I knew that the world had hardened me despite my resistance and made me war zone wiser along the way. It was also much easier to hold to a high moral code when you didn't have so much worth protecting. I was no longer free to think like that. After all, freedom was just another word for nothing left to lose.
Astonishingly, there was no one guarding the back door. I guess I wasn't really surprised. These guys did things much differently than I did. I would never have taken a chance on someone intruding like we were about to do.
"Two sleeping in the master bedroom," Alexa whispered her update. "Two more sitting in the living room."
"Just four?" I asked. "No one else? What about the guy that went into the basement?"
"He came back up to the main level already."
"Are you sure that you are not picking up on anyone else?" I asked. "Any blank spots where a defensive mutant might be shielding you?"
"No," Alexa replied as she concentrated harder. "Um, I think I ..."
"What?"
"Uh, nothing," Alexa answered as she finished scanning the interior for emotional signature. "The two in bed are definitely asleep. One in the living room is tired, or maybe drunk. The other is fine. There is no indication that the two guys we killed are missed yet. At least not by these people."
Alexa had a weird expression on her face. In the dim light it could have just been my imagination. Before I could ask her about it, a growl caught my attention from behind me in the dark. They had a guard dog. No, correction. Two guard dogs.
Pit bulls. They hadn’t heard us enter the yard, but our whispering must have caught their attention. Possibly they had been asleep close by and we just didn’t see them. Or they were making their rounds. It was also possible that they smelled Bianka’s new cat scent. Did she have one? If it weren’t for the precarious situation, I would probably wonder what her pussy smelled like. I would have to ask one of the girls that licked it that infamous night of our attempted foursome.
The porch light shined up the canines’ teeth and eyes in the dark. Their black fur made them almost invisible in the shadow of the large blue trash cans.
We all froze, of course, except for Jada. "Hey fellas," she whispered. "We're the good guys." She used baby talk to soothe the animals. I imagined she had years of experience talking like that when her kids were little. And still alive.
The growling stopped abruptly. One of them sat down. Both let their tongues hang out as they panted. No more guard dog problem. Jada's animal control services to the rescue.
Then she walked up and petted them both. She was rewarded with licks from large slobbery tongues around her wrist. I let out the deep breath that I didn’t realize I was holding. The next inhale carried the heavy scent of the dogs. It was a wonder that Bianka didn’t smell them approaching. I wasn’t completely clear on all the ways that she resembled a cat these days.
"Go guard the front door for me. Bite anybody that is not us," Jada told them. They both trotted off with a purpose. At no time did they bark to alert the gang members to our presence.
We were pushing our luck, I realized. With the minimal amount of guards, we were easily able to penetrate their defenses. However, everyone's special skills except for mine were required already. The next challenge might be beyond our capabilities.
"The door is locked," Bianka told us. "If we bust through it or shoot the lock, they'll know that we are here."
"What are our options?" I asked. I received only blank expressions.
"I guess I could climb up and look for an open window," Bianka finally replied. "Then I would need to sneak past both men to let you guys in."
"Can we pick the lock?" Stella asked.
"It's not as easy as they make it out in the movies," Jada explained. "It could take a while. We need to move fast before someone spots us or realizes that we already killed two of them."
"No other suggestions?" I asked. I couldn't think of anything either. We never kept the doors locked during the day so we didn’t have a habit of carrying around a house key while we were living there.
"How about a distraction?" Riley asked. "Something to get them to open the door for us."
"If it wakes up the two that are sleeping our job will be even harder," I told them, trying not to raise my voice above a whisper. "We are better off barging in with a plan, I think."
There was a lengthy pause as everyone gave it some thought. I used that time to form a plan in my mind that I could relay to them. We'd barge in, send half of us to neutralize the two guys in the living room. The rest would go straight to the master bedroom to kill Mister Skull and his sleeping companion. I would want to be in the second group. Without knowing their powers, it was difficult to decide where the others went. I was still giving that some thought when someone spoke.
"Actually," I heard Bianka say. "I have another suggestion."
When I turned to face her, I expected her to explain. Instead, she simply knocked on the door.
"What the fuck?" I muttered.
Everyone scurried to the sides not to be seen through the window. But not Bianka. She stood there front and center, a knife tucked up behind each arm out of view. I couldn't believe that she had done that before we could develop a plan. But I started forming a new one right away to support her action. Looking at my friends I could see that they were all ready for a confrontation despite being surprised by our battle kitty’s action.
Then Alexa said, "Only one guy is coming to check it out. The drunk one is still on the couch. I don't think that he heard us."
"The other two?" I asked.
"Sleeping still, but maybe not as deeply," Alexa replied. "The guy coming to the door must think that one of his gang members knocked on the door. He doesn't seem too worried."
I saw from my position the horizontal blinds open on the door, but I couldn’t see the man inside. Bianka flashed him a sexy smile as she dipped one shoulder. One knee went forward to bring a foot up on its toe. It was a bashful flirty move and I almost burst out laughing. I had never seen her act like that before. I was going to have to ask for a replay of the gesture once we were all safe.
The door opened slowly with the slightest of creaking. Cool air escaped. They must have had the air conditioner set on sixty-five degrees or lower. It felt like someone had opened the refrigerator door while we were all standing in the kitchen.
The man remained inside the door frame, but I was able to see his nose and the very front of his face. He looked to be at least forty years old. His beard hadn't been growing for long and looked patchy due to several scars on his cheeks. He gave the appearance of being an experienced fighter, or crime lord’s goon.
A rough voice then burst from his scruffy face, "Hey little girl." Then a heavily tattooed arm flew forward so fast to grab her by the arm. Before I could react, Bianka reciprocated with her free arm and an uppercut motion. Her blade slid silently into the soft tissue behind his chin, then upward. Almost all the way to the hilt. There was no doubt that the knife had reached the man’s brain.
His expression turned blank, but those eyes remain wide open staring at her. His grip on Bianka's arm did not release. Jada tugged on the man's wrist to free her, but it simply wasn't happening. I threw my shoulder into him to send his nearly three-hundred-pound body completely out the doorway, then reached back for the knob. I almost had the door shut when I heard another voice.
"Who is it?" the other man asked. The one on the couch that Alexa assumed was drunk. His speech wasn't slurred, so maybe he wasn't that far gone. Or he could be on some other drug. I heard him get to his feet and begin shuffling toward the door as we tried to get our shit under control on the back porch.
The blinds were still open and there was no way to conceal our movement outside from his view. We managed to take one of them down silently, but now the jig was up.
"Hey!" he yelled as he pushed one hand forward. He was not near as large as his buddy, but still bigger than me. His index finger extended with the others pulled back. His thumb was popped up to complete the image of an imaginary gun for his hand. I had no idea what kind of power that he had, but I also had no desire to find out.
I pushed the door open, raising one hand in hopes of deflecting whatever might materialize from his fingertip, then pulled out my colt forty-five revolver. As his finger began to glow, I released three bullets into his chest from less than ten feet away. He jerked backwards from each impact.
The sound in close quarters was deafening. There was no way that anyone could sleep through it, but they were probably dazed or confused by it. I didn't look back to see how my women were responding. I needed to take immediate action.
Even when you knew that something was coming your body had a tendency to react how it wanted. Just like a sharp intense pain, the bombardment on your eardrums from firing a loud gun could throw you off your plan. I fully expected my friends to be momentarily out of commission. However, our element of surprise was gone, and our opportunity to capitalize on the shock of gunfire wouldn't last long.
I sprinted for the double doors to the main bedroom and threw them open. Mister Skull sat there on the near side of the bed, bare feet planted on the floor, confused but very much awake. Not the least bit groggy. A full head of beautiful brown hair covered most of his sleeping companion. She was still facing the other way.
I thrust my empty hand forward before he could send his massive shockwave at me. I had no reason to believe that it would work, but I had to try. Before I could squeeze the trigger on my revolver, I felt it being pried from my hand like someone was pushing the end of the barrel away. The only shot I managed to get off hit the pillow where he had just been sleeping a moment ago. That was formerly my pillow.
I felt thick braided hair rub under my raised elbow. Then I saw Jada's pistol thrust forward. She was using my shield to help her get a shot off. And it worked. Unfortunately, she was only able to tag him in the right forearm despite being just a few feet from him.
I felt the force against my deflective shield dissipate as his body and mind dealt with his wounded arm. By then his bedmate had climbed up on her knees behind him. Bracing her hands on his shoulders she stared directly at me over the top of his bald head. Her glare accompanied by the familiar face threw me off. I should have taken that opportunity to fire my gun. Jada should have, too. We just weren’t expecting to recognize Mister Skull’s lover.
It was Camilla.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE:
I was immediately confused.
Sure, there was a bit of surprise that Camilla survived the attack of the mutant plan and hadn't come looking for us. Her capture would explain that. Seeing her bedding with the enemy was a slap in the face, but I knew that she was a promiscuous woman. And again, being captured didn't leave you many options.
Seeing her take a stance to support her new clan boss was a big shock, especially against her friends. But still, that wasn't it.
I was confused because Camilla was using her power against me. The fact that Jada did not fire off another shot indicated that she too had fallen under the heavy vixen's disorienting spell.
I then realized something that should have been incredibly obvious to me before. Camilla never really wanted to be one of my wives, or my lover. She didn't want to be a loyal follower either. She just wanted to be on the winning side. And in a position of power. Mister Skull's successful attack on our compound a few days ago quickly shifted her affection to another man.
Shallow, the thought was barely able to form in my brain. Camilla was shallow. And a total cunt. But worse than that, she was dangerous.
Mister Skull winced from the pain of the bullet lodged in his huge muscular arm but was beginning to recover. He was about to send another shockwave our way. This time I had no defense. Or offense, for that matter. Both Jada and I were incapacitated.
Before he could raise his hand to launch his attack, his eyes diverted to my left. A blur of black hair and pale skin raced toward the bed and into the air. Riley. Using her speed burst ability. But she was tiny in comparison to Mister Skull. How much impact could she have?
I briefly saw the bottom of her skinny feet as she launched herself over the clan master's head, hands first, superman style. Camilla yelped as she was suddenly thrown backwards. Her spell ended immediately. The woman’s lack of audible sound after that suggested that Riley was choking the bitch, once again. Not a rear naked choke like the first time. Both hands around her fat neck as she sat her on chest on the bed pinning the woman's rarely exercised arm muscles down under her boney legs.
Mister Skull had managed to duck slightly, assuming that Riley's attack was meant for him. He took quick notice of the commotion behind him before facing us once again. He probably didn’t give a shit whether his lover was about to die of suffocation. Just like a complete asshole.
With Camilla's power no longer confusing us, Jada and I were free to fire our weapons again. But Riley was right behind Mister Skull. What if he affected our aim again? Instead of sending my bullet into a pillow, I could possibly shoot and kill my second wife!
I hesitated. So did Jada. I felt the force of his power hit me in the chest. As I flew backwards into the dresser, Jada's body hitting me in the thigh and groin, another person entered the room.
Stella. She dove to the left of the bed to avoid being hit by the shockwave. Her straight arm raised as she went horizontal, like some slow-motion scene from a futuristic action hero movie. From her angle Riley would be a couple feet to the left of her target. Her aim was always perfect. But could our enemy adjust it like he did ours?
Stella did not hesitate to puller the trigger. Twice. Doot! Doot!
The first sent the enemy's head sideways, his eyes rolling around like marbles. I slid to the floor at the sudden release of his power against us. My left testicle was hurting something terrible. Jada's beautiful face with braided hair in all directions rested on my thigh. She appeared to be unconscious. Hopefully not sent into another coma. I was fortunate that I was still awake. Maybe my aching nut had something to do with that.
The second bullet just skimmed his skull to strike the pale green wall above the headboard at a spot just an inch higher than the first. Blood had splattered on the pillow and headboard. The kingpin of this mighty mutant gang then collapsed into it.
"Help!" I heard Alexa's voice.
I struggled to get to my feet, placing Jada's limp body not-so-gently onto the floor with a thump. I was bent over with pain still from my excruciating ball sack. I thought maybe both seed nodes could be ruptured. Our plans to start having children might seriously be in jeopardy. And it was as difficult to think clearly as when Camilla's power constrained my brain.
But Alexa needed help. I would happily sacrifice both testicles to save my lovely first wife. Hopefully, that wouldn’t be necessary.
I moaned as I stumbled into the bedroom doorway and heard a struggle toward the front door. There my little super sexy Alexa had both hands around a man's wrist. He must have been in the front yard when he heard the ruckus. The hand attached to the wrist held a machine pistol pointed slightly above my head. His other hand had a tight grip on my wife's lovely hair, jerking her head backwards. Bless her heart, she was determined not to let go of his arm. I could see her wincing from the force that might be pulling her coveted silky hair out by the roots.
When he spotted me, he fired a few rounds toward my head. I weakly raised one hand to deflect them, but I believed that it was Alexa's effort that caused them to miss me. She has never been called upon for hand-to-hand combat before. Even at half the size of her enemy, she rose to the challenge.
The man gave up on shooting me then and hastily struck Alexa in t
he forehead with the handle of his firearm. She immediately released her grip on his wrist and fell awkwardly to the floor. I couldn't tell if she was just stunned or knocked out at first. Seeing her try to reach back to brace her fall suggested that she just might be alright.
I stood up and fully pulled my spare hand off my aching nut sack. The pain was just beginning to ebb away. Or maybe the heat of the battle blocked it out. Either way, I had both hands forward when the man fired again, sending all bullets into the ceiling above me.
I heard a wicked scream then off to my right. There I saw Bianka crawling on her knees with all the power that she had, pulling a big corpse that was still clinging to her arm. She was dragging his body behind her across the floor.
She gripped the bloody knife by the blade, prepared to throw it. It must have been the same one that she had just recently plunged into the dead man's head from below the chin. I worried that the lubrication of the guy’s life fluid might affect her skill. The knife whipped through the air and took off the man's left ear.
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