Happy Middle of the week to you, folks. It's time to tease you again, thanks to the lovely Angelica Dawson, who organizes us every week.
Today's tease has to come from my new release, His to Punish, and I thought I'd show you the Cleaners in action.
To set the scene, Ty and Jeanette had a welcoming committee waiting for them when they pulled up outside the tower block which houses Jeanette's flat.
Ty has managed to get Jeanette to her flat, but he is now facing a gang of enraged Priestly heavies.... the Cleaners' worst enemy.
Ty was outnumbered seven to one, which would normally not have been the greatest problem, but he didn’t even have a knife on him, and that punch he took to the kidney still hurt like a fucking bitch. No doubt he’d be peeing blood for a few days. He’d broken that asshole’s neck, once he’d doubled over in front of him, and now stood with his back against the wall, trying his best to fend off the fuckers.
He deflected one knife aimed at his throat, but the slicing pain in his side told him he took one anyway. A hot sticky mess trickled down his hip. Ty swore and head butted one guy, while he kicked the other away. A punch to the side of his head he hadn’t seen coming made his ears ring, and he shook his head to clear his fuzzy vision, while automatically blocking a few more punches.
A kick to the back of his legs brought him down, and an upper cut to his chin threw his head back to connect painfully with the wall. Blood filled his mouth, and he caught the glint of a red stained knife. He put his hand up to stop that weapon from slicing his throat, and pain cut through his palm instead.
Fuck it. He needed to get up. He was a sitting duck down here, staring at dusty boots, and he wasn’t going to fucking snuff it now. There was Jeanette for starters. No way would he let these fuckers get their filthy hands on her. Ignoring the kicks and punches aimed at him, he lunged in the air with an ear splitting roar, which earned him a second’s respite.
The seeming leader of the gang laughed and drew his gun. The shot missed Ty’s head only because he’d ducked out of the way of another fist aimed at his chin. Even so, the heat of the bullet singed his cheek bone. Ty ducked his head and shoulder charged through the fuckers in front of him to get to the asshole with the gun. The momentum gave him the upper hand and he managed to tackle that piece of scum to the floor, while scrabbling for the gun. This guy’s goons tried to pull him off their leader, but Ty wasn’t letting go of the fucker. Throwing his head back he heard the satisfying crunch of a nose breaking, and then the gun went off. Heat shot through his belly and through the roaring in his ears, he could hear Ren holler.
“Let’s clean this mess up, boys.”
Ace’s trainers appeared in his vision, as around them bodies started to fly through the air, and the concrete turned crimson. It gave him a certain amount of grim satisfaction to hear the blood filled gurgles of the men who attacked him. No doubt, their cohorts were banging Jeanette’s door down even now. He hoped she had the sense to lock herself away, and the boys could get her out before the Priestly scum could get to her.
Ace pulled him to his feet by the scruff of his neck ,and Ty swallowed a painful groan, when their resident medic clamped his large hand over Ty’s hurting side.
“Fuck, you took a knife. Hope that bitch is worth it, man. Should have bailed the minute you knew she was a Priestly cunt.”
Ty glared at the slightly smaller guy, and Ace flashed him a grin.
“Watch your fucking mouth about her. Besides, we don’t leave girls at those fuckers’ mercy, you know that.”
Ace shrugged and shoved his shoulder under Ty’s armpit when his knees buckled, and Josh grabbed his other side.
“We need to get him to the van, man. He’s gonna pass out,” Josh grumbled.
Ty shook his head and tried to dig his feet in, to stop his friends from pulling him away from the scene. Sirens could be heard in the distance, and he knew they had to get away, but not without his titch. He didn’t even question the possessive nature of his thought.
“No, fuck you. Ren, flat 75, go get her for me.”
Josh swore, while Ren kicked the lifeless form of the guy he’d just beaten into a pulp, and wiped his bloody hands down the side of his jeans.
“There isn’t time, Ty. She’s not worth it.”
With superhuman effort Ty shook off the arms holding him up, and somehow limped over to his longtime friend. He tripped over one of the bodies, and Ren caught him before he face-planted at the man’s boots.
“What if it was Susie?”
Ren swore and growled low in his throat while nodding to Alex and James.
“Fuck, you heard him. Let’s get the girl. You, Ty, let Ace take care of you, ‘cause I swear, if you snuff it because of that piece of pussy, I’ll kill her myself.”
Ace clamped his hand over Ty’s side again, and the intense pain meant he finally blacked out.
Dance teacher Jeanette MacArthur has one thing on her mind when she auditions for a job at La Masquerade—revenge. She couldn’t protect her sister from the criminals she now seeks employment with, but she can ensure that justice prevails.
If only her body wouldn’t melt at the touch of one of them. Ty Mason, second hand man of the Cleaners, oozes dominance, aggression, and danger. He stands for everything she ought to despise, yet this unwanted attraction threatens to ruin her.
Ty can’t take his eyes off the new dancer, not least because he senses the threat she represents. Only one thing for it—claim her for his own, and torture the secrets out of her—if need be.
Her unwilling submission, however, means he discovers more than her secrets.
His heart and their future are on the line.
Out now and available from Evernight Amazon Amazon UK Bookstrand ARe
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