Holocaust (The Deadwood Hunter Series Book 3) Read Online Free PDF

number one enemy.
    But as Derrick stared at the dead bodies at his feet he realized something; he might not enjoy killing his fellow hunters, he may wish to free them all from the torment they suffered daily, but the only one who really mattered was Lexia.
    He wasn’t sure when this had happened, when he’d made the choice to do anything to keep her safe. It may have been the day he first saw her – when he let her jump from the window – or maybe it was the day he watched her suffer unimaginable pain leaving Lincoln behind. There were so many days he stood by while she suffered, while she’d been tortured, while she slowly died a little each day, living without her love. Maybe it was because Lexia only ever thought of those around her, and how she sacrificed anything for those she loved. Or, how she simply gave up her freedom because to leave would mean abandoning those she’d come to call friends.
    Perhaps it was simply because she made him feel. She awakened in him what he thought had died long ago. All Derrick knew was Lexia meant everything to him. He loved her but not in the way most people thought. She was his friend, but what he felt went deeper than that; she was the reason he went on, the reason he kept fighting.
    He was going to save her. She was going to recover from this and he was going to make sure she came back from the shadows she’d surrounded herself in, or he’d die trying.
    He pushed open the door.
    “Hello, Derrick, my pet.”
    “Lucy,” Derrick ground out through clenched teeth. Derrick was shocked by Lucy’s appearance. Bruises covered her skin and pieces of gauze were fixed on several places, but that didn’t stop her from pulling herself upright and levelling a gun at him.
    “Oh, Derrick, not even the slightest bit of sympathy for your great leader? Well if you’re not here to nurse me back to health, why are you?”
    “I’m here about Maura.” Derrick turned and locked the door behind him. Lucy visibly whitened when he looked at her again, her gun a little higher.
    “Here to finish the job?” she asked with a smile, but Derrick detected the slightest tremor of fear.
    “Depends how you’d like to play this. Help her and you’ll live.”
    “What does my dear daughter need help with?”
    “So you really don’t know? The situation is as I feared.” Lucy really had lost control of the compound and the elite were working to their own agenda.
    “Cut to the chase, Derrick. I’m growing tired of your games,” Lucy snapped.
    Derrick laughed. “My games? Why, Lucy, you are the biggest player of us all.” She didn’t correct him. A small smile played on her lips. “Maura has been poisoned by the elite. Whether on your orders or not, it changes nothing. Your daughter is dying and the compound is in chaos. You’ve lost control, Lucy. The hunters no longer follow you. They follow their own agenda, as do the elite.”
    “And what agenda do you think they have, Derrick? They are sheep. They follow, not lead.”
    “Lucy, you underestimate people’s need to survive. Most just want to live, and the elite…well, maybe they want to step out from behind your shadow. But this matters little. I’m here to save, L-Maura.”
    Lucy smiled that cruel smile only she could perfect. “Oh, Derrick, still clinging to the girl she once was? I squashed that out of her, remember? She’s Maura now. It is impossible for her to be affected by a common poison. I should know. I made her that way.”
    “It’s not common poison. She set out this morning on that ridiculous assignment and as per your rules, Wade, one of your elite joined her. When her back was turned, he stabbed her. She’s not healing. If you truly control the elite, as you say, then he attacked on your order.”
    Lucy’s face hardened; she didn’t like to be wrong. “Where is Wade now?”
    “Dead.”
    “Such a shame, but he couldn’t have been the one to plan this. He was merely a pawn.” She was silent for a moment before