Do Or Die [Nuworld 4] by Lorie O'Claire Read Free Book Online Page A

with all her might. She was strong
    enough to lift Gilroy off her, she reminded herself. They’d tested her strength once and
    she’d strategically placed her legs and arms underneath him and lifted him a good six
    inches off her body. She should be able to lift this damn pig.
     
    She blew out a breath of air and pulled on the rope with all her might. She ignored
    the shooting pain and watched as the pig slowly rose into the air. All of a sudden the
    pig lunged and his front hoofs nailed her in the shoulder. Her screams permeated the
    air and she fell into the deep snow as the pig fell again to the ground.
     
    “I thought you were dead.” She groaned and struggled to a sitting position. Her
    shoulder pulsated in pain. Pulling out her knife she quickly slit the pig’s throat and then
    sat back to stare at it.
     
    “Damn you to hell.” She leaned her head back and cried into the air. “Why did you
    do this to me? Crator, why did this have to happen?” She let the tears flow, their
    warmth stinging her cold face.
     
    She looked up to see Beel standing several feet away from her and easily pulling the
    pig into the air. He secured the rope and then stood back as the blood began to drip
    from the pig’s throat.
     
    “Are you okay?” he whispered, as he squatted down in front of her.
     

 
    She simply stared at his calm face and then looked around her for the other two.
    She saw nothing but snow and then looked back at her half-brother’s extended hand.
    Slowly, she placed her hand in his and allowed him to pull her to her feet. The ground
    moved from under her feet and his other hand moved to her back to steady her. She
    grabbed his elbow and let him balance her until the spinning sensation passed.
     
    “What’s wrong with you?” he whispered.
     
    “Nothing.” She didn’t sound convincing even to herself.
     
    Somehow they arrived at her trailer and she stepped inside. Beel moved around
    her, glancing at the contents of the room quickly. She knew he took in everything with
    one sweep. Beel didn’t miss much. He sniffed the pungent aroma coming from the
    stove and shot her a side-glance that she pretended not to notice.
     
    She turned in time to see two large figures wearing long fur coats with hoods walk
    up to her door. Two faces looked up at her and she saw dark charcoal eyes and sky-blue
    eyes stare at her. Immediately her hand balled into a fist and before anyone could react
    she reached up and punched her brother dead in the face. He literally fell back into
    Gilroy.
     
    “You lousy-ass bastard,” she screamed and raised her arm to strike him again.
     
    “I thought I was the bastard,” Beel spoke calmly, almost chuckling, as his arm
    wrapped around Ana’s waist and pulled her back into the trailer so the two men could
    enter.
     
    “I don’t want you here.” Her voice trembled as Gilroy pulled the door shut behind
    him and Andru pulled off his long, heavy coat. “Get out.” She turned away from all
    three of them and her hand went to her injured shoulder as she began crying again.
    “Just get out of my life and leave me alone.”
     
    Gilroy slid his hood back as well and walked over to her. His hands went to her
    waist and he lifted and turned her, at the same time placing her on one of the stools in
    her kitchen. Andru also ignored her orders to leave and walked over to her landlink. He
    quickly punched several keys and she knew he was removing her block and
    establishing a link with Gothman.
     
    “Do you think you’re just going to walk in here and take control like you always
    do?” She slapped at Gilroy and then braced herself so she wouldn’t fall off the stool.
    “I’ve had it, Andru. I’m not yours to do with as you please.”
     
    Gilroy’s hands became vise grips on her legs. “But you are mine and I’ve had
    enough of your antics.”
     
    “My antics?” She turned her rage on him and midnight-blue eyes met her head-on.
    “You’re sick of my antics? He’s the