Page 76 of Property of Kevlar

When Yogi twisted the blade, he undid the clasp of the helmet with his free hand. “I want to see your face when I put a bullet between your eyes.”

Despite squirming and bucking, Kevlar didn’t have the strength to get Yogi off him. Each movement drove the blade farther into him. He had to be bleeding pretty fucking bad to be this woozy this quickly.

Yogi roughly yanked the helmet from his head with ease. Kevlar was exposed. The fight was over. He’d lost. At least he went down swinging.

A woman’s bloodcurdling scream tore through his ears.

Whack.

The cue stick Yogi had abandoned swung through the air and slammed against Yogi’s head. Knocking him off-balance, he flew to the side. Immediately, the weight crushing Kevlar was gone.

He could breathe—barely. With a knife in his side, he struggled to fill his lungs, but he couldn’t yank the blade out. Not yet. Reaching behind him, he retrieved a Glock from its holster as he watched the pool stick come down again and again, hitting Yogi over and over.

Slightly dizzy, Kevlar sat up, aimed, and pulled the trigger.

Turning his attention away from Yogi, Kevlar eyed the person who had saved his life. Everything was right in the world. Disheveled as she was, she was alive. Whatever had happened to her could be dealt with later. For now, all he cared about was the fact that these brutal incompetent fucks hadn’t robbed her from him.

“Kitten.” He grinned.

“Kev!” She dropped to her knees beside him and wrapped her arms around him.

They had little time. They had to flee the scene of chaos. While not directly in the middle of town, they weren’t all that far off the beaten path, so the cops would show up rather quickly. With so many civilians in attendance, someone had to have called. The law couldn’t ignore this kind of thing.

However, he wasn’t about to leave until he settled one last thing.

Reluctantly, he released Kelsey and scooted himself closer to the unconscious Yogi beside him. The holster at his waist was empty.

“Shit,” Kevlar hissed before he dragged himself lower.

One more place to check.

“What are you doing?” Kelsey asked him.

He ignored her. She didn’t want to know. Running his hand along Yogi’s leg, Kevlar found what he was searched for at his ankle.

Lifting the man’s jeans, he uncovered a revolver.

“Kev.” Fear made her voice shake.

“Look away,” he said sternly. “You don’t want to see this.”

Kevlar sat up as best he could, aimed, and emptied the gun into Yogi. With each shot, Kelsey yelped. He told her not to watch.

Tossing the gun, he let out a heavy sigh. He’d done what he came there to do. They’d put this beef to bed.

“We have to leave,” he said, extending his hand for her aid.

He struggled to get to his feet with her assistance.

“Not without Carrie,” she insisted.

“Kid,” Kevlar shouted. “Torch. We’re out.”

Torch, blood dripping down his face, appeared at his side. His gaze skimmed over the two of them, and he nodded.

“Wait!” Kelsey dug her heels in, making it hard to move her considering Kevlar’s injuries. She pointed to the woman on the pool table. “We can’t abandon Carrie.”

Kevlar didn’t give a fuck about this Carrie person, but since Kelsey did, he nodded. “Kid!”