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tight white T-shirt, the words
Let’s Get Drunk and Screw
scrawled across her chest. His smile spread as he sensed the shiver through her body, and his hand snaked out to grip her wrist. “What’s your name, bitch?”
    “B-Bebe.”
    “Where’s Mira Herald?” Argus increased the pressure on the blonde’s arm, jerking her forward into the bar. She shook her head. He squeezed harder. The bones crunched and Bebe cried out. Argus savored the sound, his pleasure mounting as her pain escalated.
    “Tell me now or I’ll put a bullet in your pretty head.” He pulled out his newly acquired weapon — a gift from the punk who’d tried to mug him. Argus chuckled, remembering the satisfying snap of the thug’s neck as he’d twisted.
Good times.
    He pointed the barrel of the Walther between the blonde’s eyes and cocked the hammer with a sinister snick. Patrons scattered while one brave — or incredibly stupid — bouncer edged toward the phone behind the bar. Argus fired a warning shot into the phone. The human stopped in his tracks. Argus returned the weapon to the bartender’s forehead. His finger danced over the trigger, itching to pull. “Where the fuck is she?”
    “I-I don’t know.” Argus clocked her in the side of the head with the firearm. Bebe flinched, a stream of blood trailing down her cheek. He struck her a second time, and the bartender crumpled to the ground, lifeless.
    Argus peered down at the blonde, his appetite whetted. He pushed off the stool, the gun hanging loose at his side, then swiveled to face the dim club’s neon glow. “Show your face, Scion pussy.”
    His gaze honed in on a darkened corner. Argus sniffed the air, scenting his prey. “Which one’d the bitch send this time? Xander again?”
    “Nah, Xander had better things to do.” A deep chuckle resounded out of the dark. “Like wipe his ass.”
    Argus inched closer and squinted. “Funny Scion. How ’bout we get this party started? Here, I’ll go first.”
    He pointed his gun blindly at the crowd and fired. The bullet struck one of the college guys in the neck. Argus laughed as the kid slumped to the floor, his blood spurting in time with his pulse. Argus snatched a pack of cigarettes from the hand of a stunned patron and lit up as his victim’s life drained away.
    • • •
    Kagan shifted in his seat, managing with effort to keep a struggling Mira shielded behind him. “Keep still and I’ll protect you, I swear. Just stay behind me.”
    At his words, Mira dug her nails deep into his abdomen. “Let me out of here, you damned caveman. I can help.”
    The demon waddled closer, his lit cigarette giving away his position better than a spotlight. Argus always was the king of non-stealth. Kagan finished his beer, maintaining rigid calm. “You’ve killed an innocent,
cazzo
. Now I’ll have to torture you as well as kill you … Argus.”
    “Don’t make promises you can’t keep, Scion. C’mon out and play, girlie. Papa needs some love.” Argus took a last drag off the cigarette before crushing it underfoot.
    Kagan eased the Glock from his pocket, keeping it concealed as the demon approached. One of Argus’s bullets was spent on the poor kid on the floor and one nestled in the phone. The Walther could hold up to ten more rounds. He had no idea how many were left. Foremost in his thoughts was the fact trigger-happy Argus hadn’t fired on him yet, and Kagan needed him to waste ammo. “You keep coming this way,
stronzo
, and I’ll give you exactly what you’re begging for.”
    “Whatever you want, Scion.” Argus aimed the gun in Kagan’s direction and fired twice. He continued to press the trigger but nothing happened, only an empty click.
    Kagan absorbed the impact of the bullets, pain exploding as his right shoulder joint shattered.
Merda!
His shooting arm
.
The Glock clattered from his useless fingers to land beneath the table.
    Warm blood oozed down his side to meet the girl’s hands, now dug deep into his waist. He