“Fuck!”
I’m suddenly shoved forward; arm outstretched to catch my fall, when a body slithers between me and the cement, breaking my fall.
I have to blink a few times to realize it’s Ozzy. His forearm wrapped around my waist before he gently but quickly puts us both to the side with his frame covering mine.
Then I hear a laugh.
An amused chuckle that sends the hair on my arms on end.
“He shot one of your men,” Ozzy whispers. “There’re two snipers. Five men with AKs, and the rest have pistols.”
Two snipers, five men with AKs, and?—
I underestimated the fuck out of Ramsey, like he was expecting. I walked right into this shit and thought I was going to play his ass like anyone else.
“You can stand up,” the eldest Wildes fucker announces, like a dick. “I can’t kill you if you’re claiming The Landing’s seat.”
“Is that true?” I blurt out under my breath to Oz. “I don’t understand the?—”
“Yes,” Ozzy replies, pulling me up to sit before getting to his feet. “Name an heir.”
My eyes narrow, wondering if he bumped his head, when Ozzy pulls me to my feet, and I need to yank up my big-girl panties.
“Well?” Ramsey presses, earning my attention again before I flick it over to The Nameless.
Several of them are crowded around the dude who got shot. He’s babying his shoulder while he glowers at the man who summoned me here.
“You think that shit was funny?” I hedge, feeling immense empathy for the dude who just took a bullet because I didn’t give Ramsey an answer quickly enough. “I outta have you slaughtered out here.”
“Please do. It’ll keep the anticipation and my impatience at an all-time low.”
I steer my focus back to him with my famous resting-bitch face. “I accept your fucking offer.”
Ramsey’s lips coil into a shitty smirk. “And your South Shore heir?”
He means his next victim. The person who’s about to become number one on his hit list over me.
Or not, maybe.
“Torin Wildes.”
Ramsey’s entire expression drops. Gone is his smart-ass confidence and replaced with dumbstruck nonchalance.
Oops.
“Hey, Rams.”
I watch Big Brother Wildes pivot on his heels, revealing Pretty Boy standing there with a full-on glare directed at his brother.
Right before he cocks back and punches him in the fucking face.
Ramsey stumbles back two steps before Torin leaps and uses the forces of his fall to deliver another hard blow to his brother.
I obviously picked the right guy to fill in the space.
Except I might not be alive for Ramsey to murder because he’d have to get to me before Levi does.
Blowing out an unsteady exhale, Ramsey rips a knife out from somewhere and holds it up in front of Torin and him.
