Him versus me.
“Hey, prick,” I announce calmly, even though I’m rigid as hell because I’m pissed. “You fuckin’ missed the killshot.”
De Leon stares back at me like he’s looking at a ghost. One he never really bothered to follow up on to see if my ass was truly dead as a doornail.
He may have asked around, but he never sent dudes to my fake grave site. I would’ve dug De Leon up if someone claimed he was dead, and I didn’t do the deed myself.
It’s a noob move.
And now he’s going to pay heavily for it.
“Grab Torin,” I issue out again to my men, who have frozen dead in their tracks at the sight of me. “Remember what I said.”
“You fuckin’ piece of shit,” Matteo growls out loud enough to hear. “How many bullets do I need to putinyou?”
“I dunno,” I reply honestly. “Maybe get some men with better aim?”
His face blanches red. “I’ve had enough with this shit. Everyone here dies today.”
Rolling my eyes, I bring my hand close to my mouth, appearing as though I’m pondering his thoughts when I mutter to Hot Rod, “Get her out of here.”
“No,” she retorts sharply. “Get Torin, and let’s go.”
“That’s not going to happen without a few gunshots,” Rod emits for me, obviously able to read the room we’ve been in before. “He’s not going to let this go.”
Stealing a glance in Torin’s direction, I see his body lying on the ground, and he’s not moving. More than likely knocked unconscious, which works in my favor, because I don’t have time for any more hostage situations.
“Make your move,” I tell Matteo, not looking forward to taking a bullet to the head because I know his sniper has his sights wrapped on me. “I die, you die, she rises. And man…I bet she burns your whole legacy to the ground and murders every single one of those motherfuckers who touched Baby Wildes.”
“That prick, Ozzy, can come get him,” Matteo claims. “He’s not going anywhere.”
“He will. Even if I have to drag his dead body my way, that asshole is going with me.”
“Matteo, I will rip your other arm off myself,” I hear Cairo’s voice proclaim somewhere to my right. “If you don’t give my brother back up.”
I watch De Leon step forward, the red sight on his forehead moving with him, when someone emerges from the crowd.
Tall.
Lean.
Silent.
And off his fucking leash.
“Boys,” Ramsey coos, making his own way to the front but not bothering to stand next to Matteo. “There’s no need for a mess. I’m sure we’ll be able to work something out.” His focus locks on me, but he doesn’t appear to be worried or shell-shocked about it. “The King of South Shore. Happy to see you moving around.”
“You’re not,” I retort. “Give me Torin.”
“You meanmybrother?” He shakes his head. “I don’t think that’s how Matteo wants it.”
“Do I look like I give a fuck about how he wants anything?”
“Ozzy for my brother,” Ramsey divulges. “That’s what the deal was. However…I’ll take Bay Astor for him if you want to give her up now?”
“Come over and get her yourself.”
He smirks at me. “If only I had the right weapon. Ozzy for Torin or Bay for Torin.”
