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“That was my fucking brother!” the man screamed in my face. “You fucking killed him!”
Am I supposed to give a fuck?
I didn’t fight him. Instead, I sucked in what little breath I could as I dug around for the gun. He felt me moving and drove his knee into my balls. Pain sliced up my body, bile rising as I blinked away the instinctual tears that tried to escape. My fingers faltered once, sliding off the gun. I tried again, tugged it free, shoved the muzzle against his stomach.
I fired.
The shot was so loud my ears rang as he wheeled back, staring at the hole in his stomach. He pressed his hands against the wound, pulling them away to stare at his blood-stained fingers. That was all I needed. I pressed the gun against his head and fired again. This time, he went down.
“Fuck. This is goddamn annoying.”
I coughed, touching my neck. There would be a nasty damn bruise there. I moved forward, staggering a little as my lungs still tried to function right. My eyes landed on the last of Able’s little thugs. The man stared at me, his eyes wide, when he noticed the other two on the ground. He turned and ran.
I took off after him. He kept looking over his shoulder, fear written all over his face. I kept in step with him. Every turn he took, I took. He vaulted over a bunch of supplies, and I flew over them right after him. Glancing back again, he stumbled. I took that opportunity to jump on his back and ride him to the ground. His head bounced off the floor.
“No, no!” he shouted. “I didn’t do anything!”
“We both know that’s fucking bull.” I jammed my fist into his stomach, and he curled in on himself. I turned him back over and wrapped my fist around his shirt. “Did you touch what’s mine?” I asked, a grin forming on my lips. “Don’t lie,” I warned.
“Able said—”
“That’s a yes.”
My fist slammed into his face. The beautifully satisfying crunch of nose bone breaking made my cock ache. Ash said he wouldn’t fuck me anymore, but after this, he was going to have to. After all, he was my goddamn boyfriend. It was his responsibility to take care of me now.
I punched the man until he wheezed. He tried to talk through a bubbling sound and blood pouring down his face. I leaned down, putting my ear to his lips.
“What was that?”
“Pl-leash, don’t... don’t kill me.”
I laughed. “Sorry, I’m not in a generous mood.”
Standing up, I pulled my foot back and kicked him in the head. I lifted my foot, stomping on his face until that annoying wheezing sound disappeared. Carefully, I pushed my fingers through my hair to move it out of my face. The smell of blood aroused my senses.
“Almost done.”
My body was moving through sheer will and adrenaline. The alcohol I’d sucked down my throat earlier was waiting just in the wings to slow me down and fuck me up. I had to get Ash out, get him home, and tell him how much I never wanted to let him go.
I walked out to the first room we’d been in and froze. Weston stood there, shuffling from foot to foot. When his eyes locked on me, they widened to the size of saucers.
“Don’t run,” I warned him. “I don’t mind shooting a man in the back.” His eyes darted around as I drew closer. “Where’s Able?”
“I don’t know!” he blubbered.
I sneered as I stormed forward and jammed the gun beneath his chin. The still-hot muzzle sizzled against his flesh. He hissed, but he didn’t run. I think we both knew I would love to hunt him down.
“Where is he?”
“That psycho went with the others!” he said quickly. “I didn’t want any of this shit to happen, okay? Let me go and—”
“You think I’m letting you go?” I tilted my head. “That’s almost funny.”
He shuddered. “If you kill me, everyone will be talking about it. You’ll get stuffed into a cell for the rest of your life.”
I shrugged. “For Ash? I’d risk it.”
“Put the gun down, motherfucker.”
