~ISSA
I could smell things no other werewolf can perceive.
Emotions.
I loved the smell of fear the most. These men had no idea what they were in for. I could literally see Iran smiling with the glee of death as he watched from within me.
“Who is the fucker?” The rapist scoffed as he said, looking at his men in confusion.
“Are you high?” Stone asked coldly. “My friend said to get the fuck out of here.”
“Tell me who your friends are, and I will tell you who you are,” I quoted.
“What?” The ex-cop said with a puzzled look.
“Your friend rapes people Mr. Verne,” I said.
A look passed among the men. I sniffed. Worry. A dark smile played across my lips.
“I’d choose better friends if I were you,” I said, taking a few steps forward.
“How do you know my name?” The ex-cop asked and reached into his jacket to produce a gun of his own. He pointed it at me.
I could sense Miles somewhere in the shadows but I could not sense Jamal yet. I had a feeling he was around.
“I know all your names,” I replied with a shrug.
The tension that filled the air around me was intense. I sniffed. Heightened worry and concern. They were getting there.
Jordan turned to Yulia with a betrayed look on his face. “You were never alone.” He said with a worried realization.
“And you wanted to rape me, so I guess we are even now,” Yulia said with a fearless shrug.
“Who the fuck are you?” Stones asked, his gun was still pressed in Yulia’s side.
“That is not important, gentlemen, you should be more worried about yourselves,” I replied.
“You seem calm for a guy facing four armed men,” Verne said. “There is no way you are walking out of this alive.” He still had his gun trained on me.
“I call bullshit on you knowing who we are,” The rapist said. “You are just trying to con us.”
“Austin Jordon, Rape and sexual assault, sentenced to ten years, served, prison number E, three, three, six, zero, nine, one, two.” I sniffed and there it was.
Fear. His eyes widened in pure shock.
“That is impossible, you are not meant to know that,” He whispered.
“Oh, guys, here is trivia,” I said to the remaining men. “Did you know that Austin was anally raped multiple times by his inmates before he was released? Trust me he was everyone’s bitch.”
The rapist went white with shame.
Gaines scoffed in disgust.
“Yeah, I know, I would be disgusted too if my friend took it up the ass for ten years straight,” I said.
“Connely Gaines, you killed your ex-wife by running her over with your bike but your lawyer managed to make it a manslaughter charge instead of murder, you served six years instead of your usual ten because of good behaviour, do you want me to say your prison number?” I said.
“Jules Verne, dirty cop, nobody would take you in so you joined this sorry gang of bikers after you were caught tampering with evidence for the mob,” I continued.
“And finally, Chadwick Stones, you left the army to start selling weapons illegally, you are a disgrace,” I said coldly.
An uneasy silence passed. Nothing could be heard except the wind. It was very clear to see that the men were afraid. Iran was becoming restless with bloodlust.
“So, what now?” The ex-cop finally found his voice.
“Well, I would ask you to let the girl go but we all know that’s not going to happen because you need a hostage to be in control, besides even if you did let the girl go, there is no way I am just going to let you all walk away without answering some questions, and I know you are not going to easily give up your clients so I am thinking it is going to be a long night,” I broadly stated.
None of them spoke but a look passed among them. Verne gave a shaky smirk.
“We outnumber you four to one and we have the weapons, so what do you really have that makes you think you have the upper hand?” Verne spoke with renewed confidence.
I smiled.
Two shiny wicked looking knives flew out of the shadows and struck Verne. One in the hand that held his gun and the other in the wrist of the same arm. He screamed in pain as his gun flew off his knife embedded hand.
Stones pushed Yulia and aimed the gun towards the direction the knives came from but a black rope tied in a noose flew out and pinged his neck and pulled. He emitted an ugly choking sound before he crashed on his back. The rope dragged him by the neck into the dark with his gun clattered on the floor.
Gaines was reaching for his weapons but he was too slow or I was too fast, I reached him and held him up by the throat while Yulia elbowed the rapist in the throat before judo flipping him hard on to the ground. The rapist gasped, choked and groaned in pain as the air was knocked out of him.
Gaines was still struggling under my choke hold, so I slammed him hard on the ground. He went unconscious from the pain and impact.
Verne was struggling to reach his gun with his other hand as he desperately crawled. A knife flew out from the shadows and pinned his hand on the ground.
He let out another painful shout of agony. I knew that Jamal was the knife expert in the shadows and Miles had been behind the rope. He came out from where he was hiding and dragged Stones out behind him with the rope still around the ex-soldier’s neck.
Jamal came out and joined us.
I noticed that the phone Verne was using was still active with a call, which means that whoever was at the end of the line had been listening to everything. I picked up the phone and put it on my right ear.
“I will find you,” I said.
The line went dead.