“Please! I can’t give you anything!”
“Oh, but you can,” he laughed darkly. “Every single thing you give me is exactly what I need.”
The knife slashed hot into my skin, and I didn’t stop screaming until the darkness took over.
41
JR
“There you go.Anything else I can get you?”
“Nope!” Jeff grinned. “Unless you have those tips we were talking about.”
Rolling my eyes, I walked away, ready to serve another customer, when Michael strode in, his eye laser-focused on me.
“Fucking perfect,” I muttered.
Michael slid onto the stool, the scowl on his face growing deeper the longer he looked at me.
“Tell me something, Parker. Are you ever in a good mood?”
“I’ll be perfectly happy when you’re behind bars.”
“What the hell did I ever do to you?” I snapped.
“You exist. Isn’t that enough?”
“When you have a real reason to hate me, get back to me. Until then?—”
Archer stormed into the bar, his eyes narrowed on me from the moment his feet his the floor. I knew right then that something was wrong. Dropping the towel, I stormed out from behind the bar and over to him.
“Where’s Alyssa?”
“She’s safe, but?—”
“Josie,” I whispered, terror clawing at my throat. “He has her.”
“He’s just rolled into town with about eight men. I was gonna go in, but?—”
“No, you’re right,” I said, storming past him out the door.
I ran flat out for my truck, jumping inside, not at all surprised when Milo was there, growling, but not at me. He knew something was wrong. I cranked the engine and backed out, peeling down the street. I only had one gun on me, but with Archer at my back, it would be enough.
My tires jumped the curb one street over, and I hit the brakes, pulling to a stop.
I got out and grabbed another magazine from under the seat, then checked my gun one last time, ready to charge the front of the house. Ducking through the trees of the neighbor’s property, I was just to the fence when I saw the swarm of men surrounding her house. Fuck, it wasn’t eight men.
It was a whole hell of a lot more.
But that didn’t matter. None of it did when Josie was inside.
“Don’t be stupid.”
I glanced over my shoulder, surprised to see Michael at my back, along with Remi, Archer, and Maverick.
“We can’t have a shootout in the middle of the neighborhood,” he hissed.
“Josie’s in there,” I argued. “What would you suggest I do?”
