Toughest Deal

TOUGHEST DEAL MERCENARIES AND MAGIC BOOK 3 ALESSA THORN Copyright © 2022 by ALESSA THORN All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. Editing and Proof Reading by Damoro Design TRIGGER WARNINGS Please note that ‘Toughest Deal’ contains graphic violence, swearing and sex scenes. It also contains mentions of past abuse and rape (off page), M/M scenes and blood magic. 1 The night smelled of garbage and gunpowder. The first was the result of the overflowing bins, strategically placed beside a filthy entrance; the latter was from the magical sigil scorched into the door's steel surface. The dirty man leaning against the warded entrance registered the spicy scent of cloves before a thin cigarette was flicked into his face. There was a flash of silver, and hot blood poured down his front from the cut in his throat. His eyes rolled up into his head in time for him to see Altun Baruk step elegantly over his body and open the door. Altun walked carefully down a set of concrete stairs, her heeled boots clicking and the tip of her scimitar dripping. A circle of ten chairs had been placed around a small stage that held a teenage girl strapped upright to a steel operating table. Beside her was a rack of instruments, ranging from a scalpel to a board hammered with nails. Upbeat dance music played through a small Bluetooth speaker, the rhythm in stark contrast to the bleak surroundings. A mage with a scarred face was holding a small silver knife, ready to start his ritual, and didn't notice Altun coming down through the shadows. Neither did the occupants of the chairs. By the time they registered a newcomer in their midst, the curve of Altun's blade was there to meet them. She let all her years of swordsmanship out, dancing between the spraying blood and flying body parts, the screams washing over her while she ducked the few who tried to fight back. She saved the mage for last. He did his best, throwing his knife and the rest of his torture tools at her. Altun chuckled, her blood-flecked face like a beautiful canvas of death, and held up a hand to stop them in the air in front of her. The mage gaped and backed away. "I have money…" "So do I," Altun replied, swiping her hand to the side and sending all the horrible objects crashing to the ground. "I thought it was well-known that this city belongs to me, and I have rules about magic users and snuff clubs operating inside of it." "What do you care? This girl is worth nothing! No one—" the mage stopped talking as the point of Altun's blade pressed into his bare chest. "I was once a girl that people thought was worth nothing," she said, her dark eyes flashing with malice. "Please don't do this. I didn't know your rules," the mage begged. Altun's power flared out of her like an invisible sword, and the mage's eyes went wide before a red stain connected his shoulder to his hip, and the top half of his torso slid away from his body. "Fucking amateurs," she growled. Altun unbuckled the straps from the girl's wrists and ankles. She was high on something, her pupils blown out wide. "So much red," the girl murmured. Altun took off her black fur coat and wrapped it around the naked girl's thin shoulders. "This way," she ordered and led the girl back up the stairs. Her driver and her car were already waiting as planned. What wasn't planned was the tall blade of a man leaning against her BMW. He didn't move as the driver stepped forward to take the girl from Altun. "Deliver her to the usual place and see she's taken care of," Altun instructed. "I'll find my own way home." Her driver didn't question her; he just helped the now crying girl into the car's back seat. Altun turned to the other man. He was all hard lines, shadows, and violence. When he smiled, though, it was like seeing a streak of lightning, capable of utter destruction, there one instant and gone the next. "Aren't you old enough to know better than to walk into a snuff club without backup?" Konstantius Zalam asked. "You are here, aren't you?" Altun patted the hilt of the scimitar hanging from her hip. "And I wasn't alone. Where's your other half?" "Athena is training with Silas." Kon lit a cigarette and offered it to her. "You know, if you told her about some of your extracurricular activities like this one, she wouldn't think you're a heartless bitch all the time." "But I am a heartless bitch," Altun replied, taking the cigarette and having a deep drag. "Is there a reason you are here, Basty?" "We haven't seen you in a week. I was concerned," Kon replied. "I'm touched, but don't worry, I've been busy researching." They walked through the dark streets towards where Kon had parked. "Find anything of interest?" "Not yet. I know Dee's weaknesses for certain artifacts, but I haven't found something to tempt her out of hiding. Yet." Kon hummed thoughtfully. "Maybe she knows we are coming for her." "Perhaps, but she's too arrogant to be concerned about it," Altun replied. Her sister had always underestimated her and her magic. Altun could only hope that time hadn't changed that. Kon drove them back through the city, past Galata Tower and straight to Altun's front door. "You know you're not doing this on your own. You're one of the strongest people I've ever met, Altun, but you need us. Don't hide out anymore. We are a team," Kon said as they pulled up. "Konstantius is a part of a team. I’ve never thought I'd see the