Pussy move.
Except he tosses it at Pretty Boy to take while he fights him with…nothing.
“Go ahead,” Ramsey taunts, stretching his jaw, which I’m sure is throbbing. “Kill me, little brother.”
“Call off the snipers, and you’ll get what you want.” Ramsey glowers at him but doesn’t make a move. “That’s what I fuckin’ thought. You’ve got me fucked up if you think I’m skipping around with you after you kill the mother of my child. One stab, and you’ll blow her fuckin’ head off.”
Ramsey scoffs haughtily. “Please…we’re not over this yet? She murderedJudah.”
Torin slowly shakes his head. “You know damn well she didn’t. And here you were, filling my head with lies and bullshit. Retract the callout, Ramsey, and get the fuck out of here.”
“That’s not going to happen.” Ramsey starts to turn his back on Pretty Boy when Torin moves forward again.
And that’s when every weapon carried by The Void is cocked back in joining succession and ready to shoot in his direction.
“Fall back, Torin. I won’t fall victim toyou,of all people. I’d rather be taken out by our sister, if I’m being honest.” Ramsey readjusts his suit jacket meticulously, yanking a bit at his cuffs before settling into it being enough. Then he lifts his face to me. “Are you ready for my terms, Haven?”
My nostrils flare, but I nod. “Go for it.”
“An old-fashioned duel?—”
“No.”
He rolls his eyes and then gestures for me. “And you’d want…”
Shit, I don’t know.
“A race,” Torin calls out and for the first time since seeing him, he looks over at me. “Eighth of a mile, best two out of three.”
Done.
Ramsey pushes his cheek out, pondering the idea before he dismisses with, “Not interesting enough.”
I feel Ozzy loom closer, and I’m suddenly nervous because of it. Because it would mean he senses something he doesn’t like.
“Russian Roulette.”
My eyes widen. “What?”
“Five bullets, one opportunity to live. It’s quick, easy, and less strenuous for your child.”
Torin tenses at his brother’s side, but he doesn’t say a word.
He doesn’t because he’s not going to get through to him.
And it’s the rules.
“Touch me, Torin,” Ramsey continues over his shoulder. “And you’ll wage more war than has already been had. I can see all your little ideas running through your head. You won’t bring me down before this begins.”
“You kill her, I kill you,” Torin grinds out. “I don’t give a fuck about a war.”
“Then so be it.” He slaps his brother’s shoulder. “I can’t say I’d ever see you as king of anything. But damn…you’re the King of South Shore.” His dark brown eyes slice over to me, dazzling with excitement. “How the tables have turned.”
THIRTY-SEVEN
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You could cutthe tension in the air with a knife, and I expected so much more from Hot Rod and Juice after my brother fucked off with his group of hood rats.
