Page 96 of Devil’s Disciples

Come on, girl. Look at me. Look at me, baby. When I say this, pull away. Run. You’ll know it’s a lie as soon as it rolls off my tongue.

“Her?” I lifted my hands to my chest. “I don’t give a fuck, kill her. She doesn’t mean anything to me.”

“I’m not fucking around, Baker.” He fixed his eyes on mine. “I’ll put one in the back of this bitch’s head.”

She was facing me, standing in front of him. The only parts of him that were exposed were his head and his left shoulder. My vision narrowed. All that existed was him, and me.

It was a one in a million shot, but I had to take it.

I had to.

Slowly, I began to lower my hands.

“Keep your hands where I can see them, motherfucker!” he shouted, pulling her even closer to his center mass. He bent his knees and crouched behind her, leaving only a small portion of his forehead and eyes exposed.

I didn’t have a clear shot. Not without putting Andy at risk. I was fucked. So was she.

The concussion from a gun being fired deafened me. Startled, I drew my pistol, but it was too late. Andy’s face was plastered with blood. She fell from the man’s arms and collapsed on the floor.

I pulled the trigger instinctively, hitting the man in the center of the chest.

He crumbled to the floor. Confused, scared, and deaf from the two gunshots being fired in the confines of the home, I ran the length of the living room, toward Andy.

I kicked his pistol across the concrete floor and dropped to my knees at Andy’s side. As I brushed her blood-soaked hair away from her face, she opened her eyes.

“I didn’t. I didn’t tell him a thing,” She muttered. “I swear.”

“Oh my God.” I blubbered. “You’re…you’re okay?”

“God damned right she’s okay,” Cash spouted. “No thanks to you.”

I pulled off my shirt and wiped the blood from her face. “You haven’t been hit?”

“Not by anything but the back of his hand.” She sat up and hugged me. “He’s uhhm. He’s a cop. Did you see his badge? It was on his belt.”

I looked over my right shoulder. With an open-eyed death stare, the dead man looked back at me. Blood oozed from a hole in the center of his forehead.

Confused, I started to speak, but couldn’t.

Cash picked up the man’s pistol, looked at it, and then at me. “Government issue Sig Sauer. Must be a fed. Good thing I got that prick before he got your girl, huh?”

At that instant, for the first time, it dawned on me. The man didn’t get a shot off. The gunshot that deafened me was Cash’s. He’d shot the man right between the eyes. He’d taken the one in a ten million shot that I feared taking.

Doing so saved Andy’s life.

“Good work, Brother,” I said, my voice laced with emotion. “You saved her.”

“Can’t let cocksuckers go around threatenin’ my best friend’s ol’ lady, can I?” He walked past us and kicked the dead man in the ribs. “Wonder who this fucker is.”

“Get his wallet and his keys out of his pocket,” Andy said. “Push the door lock button on his key fob and you’ll find his car. Then you can search it. Maybe that’ll help you find out. Find his phone, too. They’ll be doing a trace on it.”

“God damn,” Cash said with a laugh. “Is your night job being a hit woman?”

She wiped the back of her head, and then looked at her blood-stained hand. “I watch a lot of Netflix. At least I used to.”

Cash searched the man, found his keys and wallet, and shoved them in his front pocket. Then, he reached over my shoulder with a bloody hand. “We haven’t officially met yet. Name’s Brock, but everyone in the MC calls me Cash.”

She shook his hand. “Andy. Andy Winslow. Nice to meet you, Brock.”