Tell Me (New York Rogues: Brooks Peterson Book 2) by Quinn Marlowe

Author:Quinn Marlowe [Marlowe, Quinn]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Spitfire Press
Published: 2024-04-08T18:30:00+00:00

13

BROOKS

Camille started screaming before we reached the pillar I was aiming for, and I turned just in time to see one of my father’s men yanking her backward by her hair.

She was scratching and clawing at him, refusing to go down, and I knew her next move: She’d turn and kick him straight in the balls, sending him to the floor with a scream of his own.

I didn’t have time for that, though, because other men were going to get to us before she had time to take the first guy out. We might be able to fight two to three of them off, but I was out of bullets and the only weapons she had were here nails. I slid my hand down my leg, found the dagger I’d always sheathed on my inner thigh, and pulled it up in one smooth move. No pause. Just throw.

I didn’t even see the thing until it was buried in the man’s neck, blood spurting out around it. He staggered back and very stupidly jerked the knife out of his neck, which meant even more blood. I didn’t wait to see him go down. My hand was already on Camille’s arm, jerking her around and dragging her after me.

The door was in my sights, now, and I wasn’t stopping until we got there. Nothing had gone to plan down here—nothing—but I wasn’t going to let New Orleans take me out in some stupid brawl in the catacombs between Boudreaux and Landry men. I had bigger things to take care of.

Like getting back to New York before everything went sideways for my friends. I didn’t know how long I’d been down here but it was too long, and so far New Orleans hadn’t come through for me with the army I needed. I’d thought Lucien might be the answer, for a moment, but he was obviously too busy in territorial battles to help.

I needed someone else. Dear Old Dad was out. Lucien was out. Who else did I know well enough to go to in this fucking city?

Not that it would matter if I didn’t get out of this room.

I doubled down and pushed my body to go even faster, ignoring the bullets flying around us and the screams of the men they were hitting. If the sounds were anything to go by, the Boudreaux had spotted the Landry soldiers running after us and were taking them out before they could get to shelter. Explosions and shouts filled the room, the heat of the constant gunfire bringing a layer of moisture out on my forehead. God, we needed to get out of here. These two crews were going to slaughter each other to the last man.

Which meant Lucien would most likely go down.

The thought made me stutter and nearly stop, my brain snagging on the thought and nearly breaking in two.

Whatever was going on here, Lucien and his men were nailed down against a wall, and though they sounded like they were taking each and every Landry out, that didn’t mean they were going to live.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.