Chapter Fifty-five

With Nadia over one shoulder, Angel headed up the stairs to Antonio Rufus' floor. The gruesome sight of burnt and dismembered bodies that greeted him made him smirk.

“This is way more than I had hoped for,” he muttered, enjoying seeing the table turn for a change.

At the stairs landing, Mathew’s unmistakable scent carried from the doorway, leading from Antonio Rufus' room and Angel hugged his back to the side wall, slowly skittering towards the entrance.

When he was close enough to see, he discovered the bastard sounded like he had the upper hand and he knew he must be armed or had someone as leverage.

Without thinking twice, Angel crept up on him from the back, half-shifted and raised his now protruding claws to stab his neck from the back, fast and hard enough to cut it off, using the other paw to hold him still by the shoulder with his claw digging into his flesh, and at the same time, a bullet hit Mathew in the forehead, causing blood to splatter all over his chest and Nadia’s