Free Bloodbreeders: The Revenge by Robin Renee Ray Page B

you haven’t seen what I have. The things that those crazy bastards do, and the pleasure they get out of it, is more… more than I could handle if they got their hands on you.”
    “We have something that they don’t,” he said scooting closer to me. “We have each other, a bond of family love. We’re going to sneak in, get your friends and sneak right back out. They won’t even know that we were there.”
    “And if they do?”
    “We kill the shit out of ’em. That’s why we better start practicing. So no more talk of us not going, because we would just find a way to follow you anyway and you know it.”
    I had to look up and smile at him, because I knew he was telling the truth. They would indeed find a way to follow me to Cuba. I had a feeling that they would follow me to the ends of the earth, whether or not I asked it of them. I knew for a fact that I would die for each and every one of them, as well as Garvin and Tanda. I knew that we would all be heading to their rescue, regardless of my inner demons. After taking care of Derek we all gathered and worked with our blades until the dawn called on our rest.
    The next night we gathered three more small pigs, not nearly as big as the one the boys had found the night before, but enough to sustain our needs. Ashley and I decided to take a walk down to the docks to see how Sydney was coming along with the orders that he was given. We were almost there when four strange men started making unnecessary remarks to us from the water’s edge. One was throwing kisses, while another was grabbing at his privates. I took hold of Ashley’s arm and urged her to hurry along. Even though we had the strength to kill them with ease, it was no reason to do it. They were drunk, but until they truly stepped out of line, we would do our best to just make our way past.
    “There’s only one reason for two pretty ladies to be walking the beach this late at night,” one man hollered.
    “Yeah, and we want some of that reason,” another yelled.
    “I think the ladies have had about enough of your mouths,” Sydney said, coming out of the dark shadows.
    “I think there’s plenty to share,” one man said as he stepped up to grab Ashley’s arm.
    “Go to hell,” Sydney added, as his fist landed on the man’s left cheek. “Get to the boat,” he yelled then stepped in swinging.
    Sydney was soon covered by all four men, who were now kicking and punching him wildly. Ashley and I started toward them when two dark streaks started throwing bodies left and right. I was grateful to see Bo lifting Sydney’s unconscious body up, while Brandon waited to see if any of the men were going to get back up. The swift action of Bo and Brandon, and the haze of their inebriated minds, would leave them hopefully waking up with nothing more than a hangover and a vague memory of being in a fight.
    “Take him to the boat,” I said as I patted Brandon on the back before anyone else showed interest in the commotion.
    Ashley and I followed the boys as they carried Sydney over the side of his boat. The party boat was gone and his was the only one tied to the dock. The boat was an actual yacht that Sydney had converted into his own version of a home on the water. The steering wheel was up on the smaller, second deck that sat up on the enclosed portion of the upper deck, and the living quarters were on the lower levels. The main deck consisted of three hammocks. Two were long lounge type, cushioned benches that circled the front outline of the boat deck, and a homemade wooden table in the middle, with benches that ran the same length. He had a tomato plant along with several types of herbs sitting on the middle of the table and a dark blue tarp covering the majority of the deck. The boys laid him on one of the cushions, while Ashley went down to see if she could find a cloth to dampen and put on his face.
    “This is a nice boat,” Brandon observed, reaching up to touch the tarp.
    “Heck of a lot nicer