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“Cost of our life, Prez. When we figure out who the rat is, we take the right steps.”
“Always. It’s a vote. Then we handle punishment. Before that, you go get that woman you love and take her out for a romantic dinner and remind yourself how it all feels.”
Nothing seemed better to Linc than having Nova on the back of his motorcycle, cruising through town, feeling invincible.
“This is romantic to you, darling?” Linc asked as Nova pulled a cheesy slice of pizza from the rest of the pie.
“You’re in jeans and a leather cut,” Nova said. “I’m in a hoodie. Where else would we go?”
Linc laughed.
“This is perfect, Linc,” Nova said. “The best pizza in town and you.”
Linc went in for his third slice of pizza. He watched Nova fold her slice in half and eat. She hated when he watched her eat. That was a perfect reason to do it.
In reality, Linc couldn’t look away. He’d lost out on years with the woman he loved. Years he could never get back. Now he didn’t want to waste a second. Especially after Nova getting kidnapped.
Halfway through eating her slice of pizza, Nova stopped, wiped her mouth, and tilted her head.
“What?” Linc asked.
“Stop staring.”
“Never.”
Nova reached for the half of the pizza covered in warm, greasy pepperoni. She plucked a piece off the pizza and flung it at Linc. It hit his plate. Linc picked up the pepperoni.
“Don’t do it,” Nova warned.
Linc tilted his head back and dropped the pepperoni into his mouth. He licked his lips and stared at Nova. Intensely. Intently. With passion. With hunger.
She stared back the same. She bit her bottom lip. Her eyes then made a strange motion. A flickering for a split second. Like someone had shined a light in her eyes. Then her eyes moved.
Linc turned his head at that exact moment and saw the bright lights outside the pizza place. He jumped up, ran around the table and flipped it on its side just as the front window exploded with a barrage of bullets.
There were screams and thuds and the horrible sound of bullets hitting glasses and pieces of the bar and the walls. Lights shattered, half the place doing dim and dark in seconds.
Linc hovered over Nova, staring down into her eyes. He felt the thick table jumping, pushing at him. All he could do was wait and hope a bullet didn’t tear through the table into his back, then into an organ.
Nova’s eyes were wide with fear. Wide with acceptance too. She knew this was the life. It was never going to end…
Her heart knew all along that outlaws didn’t get happy endings. They got happy moments surrounded in violence.
As fast as the shooting started, it was over. Linc kicked back, knocking the table out of the way. He looked around and saw a couple bodies on the floor. The poor bartender leaning over the bar. Gone. The waitress who brought them their pizza was on the floor, her white shirt blossomed with red stains that was not pizza sauce.
Linc’s phone started to ring. It was Slade calling.
“Lockdown!” Slade roared when Linc answered the call.
“Slade, Alvin’s got shot up. It’s a fucking mess here.”
“Are you and Nova okay?” Slade asked.
“Yeah.”
“Monte is missing,” Slade said.
“What?”
