Drake didn’t have time to stop, as the bald guy with a tattoo on the side of his head swiped at him with the knife. Drake stepped back, the man narrowly missing his coat with the blade. The way Drake moved with such grace had me riveted to the scene playing out. It was as if he was anticipating all their moves and dancing out of the way before they could get a grip on him.
“Get him, Jim,” knife man barked at the tracksuit guy.
The blonde man was holding his nose with one hand as blood spurted from it. I saw Drake’s nostrils flare before tracksuit came at him, swinging his fist and clipping my man around the ear.
“Oh, you should not have done that,” he ground out.
Drake grabbed him by the shoulders and head-butted him in the face before throwing him into knife man. The two of them toppled over together and fell in a heap on the floor. Drake cracked his neck, seemingly unfazed by the hit landed on him. Whilst the two men on the floor tried to extract themselves from each other, Drake’s attention went to the blonde. He smiled, his expression turning rather sinister.
The man took a step back as if realising a predator had him in his sights. I swallowed as Drake pounced, taking the man by the neck and backing him into a tree. It was at that point I realised he wasn’t going to allow these men to walk away with their lives. His hand tightened around the guy’s neck. The blonde man tried to push Drake off him, but my statue of a man stood strong. His other hand came up and joined its twin. The blonde wheezed, trying to pull Drake’s hands off his neck.
My attention went to the others who had both got up now. The one with the knife was walking towards Drake whilst tracksuit man was still looking a little dazed.
“Drake!”
His head whipped around and he let go of the blonde man, turning just as the tattooed guy raised his knife. I don’t know how the fuck he did it, but somehow, Drake was on him, gripping the guy’s wrist and snapping it backwards. The man with the knife yelped, dropping his blade on the ground.
“You think this is a game, hmm?” Drake said with deadly calm. He hadn’t even broken out into a sweat or anything. “Let me make something very clear. I don’t show mercy.”
He punched the guy in the face before throwing him to the ground. Tracksuit had shaken himself off by then and tried to come at Drake again. Drake merely grabbed hold of his arm, spun him around and wrapped his arm around the guy’s throat. He struggled against him, but Drake was looking around on the floor for something. A moment later, he threw tracksuit into the blonde man who was nursing his broken nose. He dived for the knife the tattooed guy dropped. He rose to his full height and turned to the man on the ground with a grin.
I couldn’t look away as he tried to scramble backwards, but Drake caught up to him, grabbing him by the front of his clothes.
“Death comes to all,” he said, his voice so calm, it was terrifying.
Then Drake slit the man’s throat. Blood seeped from the wound, covering his hand in red liquid. He dropped the guy’s shirt, straightening and turning towards the other two. Drake slid the back of his hand across his face, smearing blood over it. It almost felt like a purposeful act. As if he wanted the others to see.
Holy fuck!
Before they had a chance to run, Drake practically pounced on the one in the tracksuit. The knife slid into his body with so much ease, it looked effortless on Drake’s part. He shoved the guy away before grabbing hold of the blonde-haired man and slitting his damn throat too. But Drake didn’t stop there. He came for tracksuit again as the man held his stomach, blood seeping into the white of his top. The blade slashed across his throat before Drake threw him to the ground.
Drake stood there, breathing a little heavier than normal, as he stared down at the three men bleeding out. He had blood on his face and both his hands. And to me, he’d never looked more like a god. Like the man who controlled who lived and who died.
“You’re Death.”
Drake’s head turned ever so slightly towards me. His lips curved up at the sides, his indigo eyes flashing with what could only be described as murder-filled delight.
“You missed out a word there, little wisp.”
“What word?”
“My.”
I swallowed as he stalked towards me, blade still clasped in his palm. He stopped inches from me, staring down at my small form like I was the most precious thing in the world to him.
“My Death.”
He leant closer.
“That’s right, Scarlett. I’m your reaper.”
Then I was caught up against his chest and he was kissing me so hard, I forgot to breathe. If there was one thing in this world Drake was an expert in, it definitely had to be kissing. The man could probably kill a girl just by kissing her. And the irony of it was not lost on me.