“Give me one reason I shouldn’t blow your fucking skull off, bitch,” I said.
From the corner of my eye, I saw Miguel turn and realize that he’d been found out. He had a case of water in his hands and he dropped it and raised his hand. The water made a loud clattering sound
“You got me,” he said quietly.
Looking behind me, I nodded for Albie to come from behind the car.
“Where’s my sister? Huh?” Before I could calm him down Albie had taken the gun and cracked Miguel in the face. He stumbled into the dirt and I kept the gun trained on him.
“How many people are inside?” I gave him a swift kick before he could answer.
“No one is inside,” he said.
“What?” Albie screamed.
I got down as low as I dared. “Where the fuck is Simone.”
Before I could get the answer, Albie had already charged into the house.
“She’s gone,” Miguel said and started to laugh.
A few moments passed before Albie came back out and shook his head.
“Get up!” I screamed. “Get the fuck up!”
Handing Albie the gun, I turned just in time to watch Miguel get to his feet. He was still smiling that dumb ass smile he had. One I bet he’d flashed at Simone a million times and she’d never known what he was.
At least with me, she’d known she was getting a wild beast.
“You have no fucking idea what you’ve done…I’m the fucking thing nightmares run from,” I told Miguel.
“I know you kidnapped her,” he said and shrugged. “And she came running to me. There’s something between us. And there is not a goddamn thing you can do about it.”
Pushing my hands out in front of me, I cracked my knuckles.
“He’s about to whoop your ass,” Albie grinned. “And as someone who has been on the receiving end of that ass-whooping, you’re going to feel that shit for years.”
“Shut up, Albie,” I furrowed my brow getting into a stance.
Miguel’s stupid little smile showed up again. He was quick and came in for a punch that connected with my lip. The moment the skin on my lip split, I tasted copper.
Recovering quickly, I dodge his next attack.
He’d been lucky because most men had never even gotten that close.
“You think you’re tough shit, huh boy? You’re in fucking Texas now.”
Miguel danced on the tip of his boots.
Those stupid fucking boots.
“You took from the Bratva,” I sneered. “That’s a death sentence.”
I dove in and caught him. We landed in the red dust and it flew up around us from the force of his body.
Behind me, I could hear Albie calling out moves like he was a goddamn WWE ringside coordinator. For a split second, I got distracted and Miguel got on top of me.
“You think I give a shit about whatever the Bratva is?”
