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His eyes widen when I point my pistol at the center of his forehead.
“You’re the governor’s daughter,” he clucks, eyes zooming back and forth between the gun in my hand and Hannah.
“He’s one of the men from the warehouse,” Hannah says, completely ignoring the bastard on the floor.
“Yeah, he is. He’s the one that kept pissing and moaning because he didn’t get a chance to rape a woman before she was brutally murdered.”
“Come to think of it,” Hannah adds, “You said I was a fine piece of ass. How does it look now that there’s a gun pointed at your head?”
That’s my fucking girl.
“Still fine as fuck, though all you Gaines girls are danger whores.”
Hannah blinks at him, unmoving. He seems to take that as a sign to keep fucking talking.
“Yeah . . . I know all about you two. I bet your pussy’s soaking wet right now. How about it, princess? Wanna show me.”
I cock the gun and he jumps, but Hannah does one better.
She aims the assault rifle at his leg and fires and miraculously, it’s still got one in the chamber. She stumbles back, eyes going wide as the idiot beneath us roars in pain. Blood runs from the hole in his leg, soaking the marble floor.
“Where is she?” I bite, kneeling down beside him.
“Who?” he grinds through clenched teeth.
“Melissa Gaines. I know she was at the warehouse. Where the fuck is she now?”
He spits in my face. Hannah raises the gun again and he jerks back in fear.
“Where?”
“Cortez!” he rushes, squeezing his eyes shut. “She was working with Cortez.”
Hannah and I meet each other’s gazes.
This is bad. Really fucking bad.
A commotion sounds downstairs as the cops finally arrive.
“Time to go,” I tell her, standing and wrapping an arm around her waist.
“What are we going to do with him?” Hannah asks, eyes flashing angrily. I know what she’s thinking about. The women, the incinerator. Her sister.
I shrug. “You really think he needs his dick?”
Without a second thought, she shoots him, right in the balls and I’ve got to say, I don’t envy him.
Serves his dumb ass right.
“Good job, baby,” I take her hand. “Let’s go.”
I tug her back down the staircase and toward the back exit while the man upstairs screams out in pain. There’s a good chance he’ll bleed out before he ever makes it to the hospital. I’m just sorry his time in agony is so short.
We head out into the night and don’t look back as cops begin to swarm the place. I pull her right to our car in the parking garage and we’re gone in less than a minute, the venue vanishing in the distance behind us.
I start the trip home, my heartbeat fucking pounding in my chest, but I don’t want to wait any longer. I pull to a stop on a darkened street, locking the doors and pulling Hannah to me. She slips into my lap and we barely fit in the front seat of the old Challenger, but neither of us stops.
Our breathing is harsh and ragged as she works on the button of my jeans and I fist the material of her panties, snapping them off and drawing a sharp hiss through her teeth that only seems to spur her on more.
