Cause the big angry Russian motherfucker holding the gun near my girl is the only thing I can focus on.
I know who he is.And I still don’t fucking care.
This prick slapped her face and made my girl cry.
This dead fucking prick.
I shoot.
Once.
Twice.
He stumbles.
His attention is on me.
Good.
But he’s too slow to know he’s already dead, and he tries to lift the hand with the weapon.
Oddly enough, it doesn’t seem to want to obey.
I keep moving.I keep shooting.
I don’t stop.
I walk toward him, firing over and over and over until my clip runs empty and his body is a twitching, broken mess at Sabrina’s feet.
My hands shake.
I drop the gun and fall to my knees in front of her.
“Angel,” I choke, ripping the tape from her mouth, gently brushing her hair back from her face.
Her eyes open.
Wide, and wet, and shining.
I peel the rest of the tape off, and she whimpers.
“Shit.I’m sorry,” I whisper, taking a knife from my pocket to slice through the zip ties.
My brother and Less are checking on the bodies.
“Six dead.Two alive,” Kai declares.
I give zero fucks.
“Theo!”Sabrina gasps when I finally free her.
She’s sobbing as she throws herself into my arms.I’m so grateful, I catch her, of course.
And I’m clinging to her, too.I think I need this hug more than she does.Need to know she’s alive.Here.Safe.With me.
“Oh, thank God.You came for me.”
What?Did she think I wouldn’t?
