The Darkest Knight #9

Bodies fell around him, courtesy of Gage’s deadly accuracy. Somewhere. Someone stepped into his path and Giorgio whipped the blade through the air, not caring on which part of the body it landed.

The Darkest Knight #8

He was not a normal man nor would he pretend to be. He was a deviant. A demon. A miscreation borne from a mother he would never know and a father who'd spilled evil with each release of his seed.

The Darkest Knight #7

The table she was lying on felt made of metal, surgical instruments were on a counter next to where the man worked, and a light at the end of a flexible tube was pointed between her legs. She needed to get to those surgical tools. All she required was something that could cut through the leather on her arms and then pierce human flesh. An eyeball

The Darkest Knight #6

He rushed toward her, pushed her aside, and swiped the machete across the chest of someone who’d been coming up behind her. Before that person had a chance to fall, he’d already removed a throwing knife from his belt and tossed it. It landed with a thud and a groan in the shadows.

The Darkest Knight #5

The news had come as a surprise to her considering Giorgio had been trained out of close relationships. Anything resembling love or affection should have been virtually impossible for him to feel or show. They didn’t have any information on this deadly black woman, but that would change.

The Darkest Knight #3

They hadn’t seen the attack coming. The area, supposedly, had been secured, but Julien had picked up the missiles headed their way right at the last minute. Giorgio still didn’t know if all his comrades had been able to escape the roof and walls caving in on them.

The Darkest Knight #2

Mo grabbed a blade from the back of the changing table to her left. “Please step away from my baby,” she ordered. “I don’t want him to get your blood on his new onesie.”

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