Demon Warriors 1: Hondo Read Free

freezing. Being a Demon Warrior, Hondo could withstand it. Chris couldn’t.
    “Stay back, Chris,” Hondo shouted as he continually slammed Gammy into the brick wall of the mini-mart, hoping to knock him unconscious and stop him from wreaking havoc.
    Chris jumped up and down frantically. “Is he freezing you?” he asked in a panic filled voice.
    “No, but you will be if you come too close.” Hondo was relieved when Rainerio and Takeo showed up. Taking a prisoner to the detention cells required three Demon Warriors. They would deliver him to the underworld and let the Keeper pass judgment. Capturing was their job, and capturing was what had been accomplished.
    “You did a good job, Chris. Now I need you to go home so we can drop this piece of scum off,” Hondo complimented his buddy as Gammy slumped against the wall, succumbing to unconsciousness.
    “He helped?” Rainerio asked as he looked between Hondo and Chris. “I’m impressed.”
    Chris grinned, his smile stretching from ear to ear. “Yep, I did,” he stated proudly. His slim chest puffed out in pride as he smiled at all three of the warriors.
    “Way to go.” Takeo bumped the side of his fist against Chris’s shoulder. The shorter demon blushed and waved his hand at Takeo.
    “It’s no big deal.”
    Hondo knew better. Chris would be riding that high for months to come. He should. He did cuff him with expertise. Hondo chuckled to himself.
    “I’ll call you,” Chris sang as he skipped away.
    “He really helped?” Rainerio asked once Chris was out of earshot.
    “Yep, cuffed him like a pro.” Hondo chuckled outwardly this time. “I couldn’t get the little bugger to go home, so I had to give him something to do.”

    “I think he’s sweet on you,” Takeo teased.
    Hondo tilted his head, staring at the warrior in confusion. “Nah, he just wants in on the action.” There was no way Chris liked him. He acted that way around all of them.
    “I think so.” Takeo grabbed Gammy as the other two did the same, all three walking into the shadow on the side of the building.

    * * * *
    Hondo stirred the pasta in the boiling water, checking on the sauce at the same time. “I’m coming,” Chris shouted from the living room.
    “What?” Hondo turned and Chris was right at his side with his apron on. The little demon was fast.
    “Sorry, the commercial took really long to come on.” When he asked Chris over for dinner, he had no clue he’d be stuck cooking. He had planned to stick his friend with the chore. Guess it backfired on him. “It’s cool. The pasta is almost ready, and the sauce is simmering.”
    “I’ll get the garlic bread and put it in the oven.” Chris shot over to the freezer and grabbed the foiled package, ripping it open, and placing two long halves on a cookie sheet.
    “Watch out.” Chris bumped Hondo over as he opened the oven, placing the tray on the rack. “Shouldn’t take too long.” Hondo looked down at Chris, remembering Takeo’s words from last night. Chris didn’t act like he had a crush on him, more like a buddy in his opinion. He waved the thought away. Takeo read too much into things.
    “Let me drain this and then I can sit back and watch the movie with you.”
    Chris shot over to the cupboard, jumping onto a chair and pulling the colander down, setting it in the sink. He ran back over to the stove and shut the sauce off, all before Hondo even pulled the pot from the burner. “Slow down, I’m getting motion sickness.” He chuckled.

    “Sorry, I’m just really hungry, and the movie is about to start again.” Chris shot out of the kitchen as Hondo dumped the pasta in the sink. He set the timer for the bread and then joined Chris in the living room, taking a seat on the other side of the couch.
    “What are we watching?” Hondo asked, seeing how Chris was curled up into a ball and peeking out between his fingers.
    “A scary movie,” Chris whispered.
    “If it’s so scary, why are you watching it?” Chris