Chapter 22

All at once an echo of shrieks filled the air, and the gang rushed forward while Nix shouted orders. Knives clashed. Guns fired. More shouting. More cries. More running. The attack was fierce, efficient and deadly. Every step they took you could hear the rattling of the human bones they had tied to their belts. Souvenirs of other battles they’d been in. It struck fear in Lathe’s heart until he was suddenly grabbed from behind and thrown to the ground. As the Slave kneeled over him, he could hear their symbolic snake-like hisses and feel the ground pressed against his back. He fought valiantly while looking upward into the ugliest face he’d ever seen. He struggled, he fought, and he pushed until he saw a deadly looking shiv coming toward him. He tried to seize it, but before he knew what was happening, suddenly Anjelo was there grabbing the creep in a throat hold while he lit into him like a steam engine.

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