The Heroic Six Brittany Robinson Novels & Stories

He dropped. “Did she just kick against our enemies?” Brittany looked at me across the chaos. There was no smugness in her face now. Just hard breathing and something grim. Then another rogue came for me and Brittany stepped between us. “Really?” she snapped at him. “You losers still haven’t figured out she’s harder to kill?” The rogue lunged. Brittany ducked and stabbed him in the thigh. He screamed. “You bitch!” She yanked the blade out with a disgusted look and shoved him away.

Then, with more conviction, "I am not Patricia." A sharp silence fell over the room. Robert turned away from me, running a hand through his hair. I could see the tension in his shoulders, the barely contained anger rippling through him. "My real name is Nora Stevenson," I continued, my voice steady despite the chaos inside me. "Special Agent and Detective Nora Stevenson. Everyone calls Agent 64."

I lifted my hand, gun level with her head. She looked over to the fight. “Nine!” I followed her gaze and tried not to gasp. Six was on the ground, struggling to get up, with Nine standing over him. My chest clenched while my stomach turned. I knew the order. Nine was the best. But Six, my Six, was better. He had to be. He had to win.

Brittany looked as if she had been possessed by Khione, the goddess of ice and snow to the Rockefellers and their guests. Every move she only made her aura grow colder as she beat up the guards in her way. All of them fell to the ground, engulfed by numbness. Spark’s eyes were exceptionally wide in shock. “Holy sh*t. Did this b*tch learn the Ice Cold Touch? When did she become so strong?” John’s mouth was agape. He had always been terrified of Brittany as his legs trembled in fear.

Cash added. “People can’t be taken if they don’t want to be. If he wants to be with Brittany, then he’ll be with Brittany. If not, then that’s that,” I countered. “And you’re just willingly giving up?” Wes asked skeptically. “I'm not giving up on anything. Again, only people who want to be taken will let themselves be taken," I pointed out. “You’ve got guts,” Cash commented as Six and Brittany came back. She looked sad as she walked over to her friends. “So?” Cash asked Six once he’d sat down. “I did what I should’ve done two years ago,” Six replied.

Brittany's face went through a whole range of expressions, most notably shock, before settling on fury. "How dare you speak to us like that? Do you know who I am? Who he is?" "I know exactly who you are, Brittany." Her name tasted like poison on my tongue. "Question is, do you know who I am?" Jason stepped forward slightly. His Alpha instincts picking up on the dangerous tension crackling between us. "Ladies," he said carefully, "stop it now—" "Stay out of this," I snapped, not taking my eyes off Brittany. Six years of buried anger was bubbling up inside me. Six years of staying silent, playing nice, pretending none of it mattered.