“I was paid to kill that little fucking fruitcake. No one is going to stop me.”
Yes, Zeus had every intention of stopping this human.
Eagle backed off as Zeus attacked.
“Who paid you?” Taz asked in barely checked rage. “Talk or he kills you.”
“Xavier. He wanted me to kill his sub. That’s what he called the fruitcake. His sub.”
Zeus couldn’t understand why the man wanted Tristan killed, yet he had come after him, demanding Tristan return to him. It just proved to Zeus that Xavier hadn’t been stable. He backed off. Zeus would let Jesse arrest this bastard.
“Alpha!” Taz shouted as his hand shot up, pointing behind Zeus.
Before the name could leave Taz’s lips, Zeus spun around and leapt, tearing out the rifleman’s throat. The stupid fucker had lifted the gun, aiming it at Eagle. He had been giving the human a chance to live and the dumbass chose to die.
Zeus could only shake his head. None of his soldiers, especially Eagle, were going to suffer at anyone’s hands.
Not anymore.
THE END