Gateway I: The Gateway Trilogy
Every
predator has a weakness.
When an
ancient being, the last of his kind, meets a fiery woman sought by evil,
neither one of them is prepared for the consequences.
Gateway is a
shape-shifting demon hunter who finds, protects, and prepares the Chosen -
human females with the ability to redeem or destroy demons. For centuries, he
has followed the rules…
Establish
connection
Complete
genetic imprint
No personal
attachments…
Until he
meets his newest charge – curvy, fiery, headstrong, and angry with the world.
Following the rules while fending off demons is going to take everything he has
and then some.
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The employee who came to get
Gateway stopped short of the hallway, his blue eyes wild with fear. More
symbols lined the back of the club where the offices and restrooms were, but
once again, there was no time to ask about them.
As soon as we reached the small
sitting area outside Gateway’s office, two men were waiting there for him.
They both held guns as they
glanced at me, then at Gateway, dropping their heads in the next second as if
they had broken some unwritten rule I wasn’t aware of. The whole thing was like
a scene from a bad mafia movie.
Gateway immediately shoved me
behind him before I could even gasp, but he didn’t let go of my hand.
“Good Evening, Mr. Savoy,” one of
the armed men said.
The last thing I wanted to do was
distract him, but I instinctively placed my free hand at his back for support
to keep from passing out. I didn’t want him to get the wrong idea. I had never
been one of those weak, simpering females like so many in horror movies. I
didn’t mind a good fight from time to time and I had definitely won my share,
but guns were different. They had a strong tendency to give the holder almost
100% advantage, if the holder knew how to use them, that is.
Gateway squeezed my hand in
reassurance and for some reason I believed him. I trusted that he had it all
under control. Of course, my subconscious was screaming for me to get the hell
out of here and stop acting like a damn fool, but I needed to believe him
because my feet wouldn’t move and my legs felt wobbly. I really didn’t need the
drama right now or ever, for that matter. Hell, I was embarking on a job search
the next morning.
“Evening. How can I help you?” Gateway
asked as if he didn’t see the guns.
My hand tightened, clutching his
back like a security blanket.
“We figured one of your staff
would see the urgency of getting your attention,” the man with the gun replied.
“What you can do for us is to open your safe.”
The next few seconds were a blur
of rapid movement and I was still behind Gateway, so I only caught bits of the
action.
Arms moved, mostly Gateway’s and feet
scuffled, mostly everyone else’s except for Gateway’s. The scuffling
feet were mostly the gunmen’s.
I couldn’t see how he managed to
do it, and I’d only managed to do it a few times in self-defense class, but
somehow Gateway took the guns from both men and dropped them to the floor. I
knew I would never forget the clattering sound they made when they landed on
the concrete. I know concrete is supposed to absorb sound, but the guns sounded
like thunder in my ears because all of my senses were amped with adrenaline.
Then Gateway finally let me go and stepped
away long enough to lift both of the men by their necks and pin them against
the wall.
The sound of running water drew
my attention to the fact that one of the men was pissing himself.
Both of their faces were masks of
horror, eyes huge, mouths open, soundless. They just hung there, all the fight
gone out of them in an instant.
I wondered what exactly were they
seeing and thinking.
“Look what you made me do. You
scared my lady friend, and almost made me lose my temper.”
Gateway sounded dangerously calm
to my ears and I couldn’t see his face. Almost?
What is he like when he actually loses his temper? “If I ever see either of
you again, you’ll end up in the same condition as your weapons, except I’ll
make sure to make you suffer first. Understood?”
The men nodded in quick time like
bobble heads, unable to speak with Gateway’s hands around their necks.
I slumped against the opposite wall in an
attempt to pull myself together. I was probably in shock, but I definitely was
mesmerized by the way Gateway had dismantled the would-be robbers.
The minute he released the men
and turned to face me, my feeling of relief flew out the window as the thieves
ran for one exit and I ran for the other. I wasn’t running from Gateway, but
from the whole near-death experience. If not for meeting Gateway, I would have
sworn this day had been sent from Hell.
I glanced back like Lott’s wife
in the Bible and like her, I immediately regretted it. Unlike the nameless
biblical character, I was looking to see if Gateway was following me. A flash
of red grabbed my attention and I couldn’t look away.
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