Shit.
Things are seriously fucked up, and now, the odds have switched, and it looks like I might be on the losing team.
At that moment, my eyes lock on Darrow. He has one of the senior members of the Saints in a headlock and I watch as he slits his throat from ear to ear in one slow motion, his gaze burning with hatred as he glares at me.
Fuck!
My mind whirls as I envision how things are going to go down, and I know I need to do something.
I race into the warehouse, grab an AK47 and dash toward the side door, running as fast as my legs will carry me. I yank the door open, glancing at the stairs leading to the basement, as I jog across the small landing, pushing through the exit door, and go outside. The lookout tower is about one hundred feet in front of me, and I sprint toward it without hesitation.
Just as my foot reaches the bottom of the ladder, I’m yanked back by my hair and spun around.
Caught off guard, the AK47 flies off my shoulder, and I faceplant the ground. Rough gravel grazes my cheek, and I wince as pain rattles my bones. But my survival instincts are strong, and I jump to my feet, whirling around and instantly ducking down to avoid Parker’s clenched fist.
“You’re going to die, bitch, and that crown will be mine.” She points a Glock at my face, her finger curling around the trigger.
“Not fucking likely.” I kick her shin and crouch down, sideswiping her legs with a low-flying sweep. She goes down hard, arms and legs flailing about, as she loses her balance. The gun flies out of her hand when she falls forward. I jump aside as she crashes to the ground, snatching the Glock up. I fist my free hand in her shirt, lifting her up and turning her around. She moans and whimpers as she falls flat on her back this time, and I jump on top of her, straddling her waist as I press the Glock into her forehead. “Now, let’s see who’s going to die.”
“Don’t do it,” a voice calls out behind me, and I turn my head slowly around.
Sweat mixes with blood on Theo’s face as he approaches. “You kill her and you’re never coming back from that.”
“Why do you care about this bitch?”
“I don’t. I care aboutyou.” He stops beside me, towering over both of us, pleading with his eyes.
“He’s right,” Parker sobs. “Let me go, and we’ll call it even.”
I press the muzzle harder to her brow, and she starts full-on crying. “My friend is lying in a hospital bed in a coma because of you! We’re not close to even!” I roar.
Sounds of battle continue in the background, and Theo keeps his eyes peeled, his gun raised and moving left to right as he scopes the area, ready to nuke any threat. I’ve never seen this side to him before, and it’s hot as fuck even if my thought is inappropriate considering the situation.
“I can give you more intel!” Parker cries, desperation oozing from her pores.
I dig the muzzle into her forehead as I move forward, sitting down on her chest and compressing her air supply. “Talk!” I hiss.
Theo moves back a few steps, retrieving the AK47 and slinging it over his shoulder.
“Finn made a deal with Darrow,” she pants, “and they approached The Bulls together with satellite footage confirming it was you who killed McKenzie. They won’t stop until you’re dead.”
“Impossible,” Theo says, shaking his head. “I took care of that evidence.”
“Well, they got their hands on it,” she rasps. Her wide, terrorized eyes pierce mine. “Can I go now?”
Theo and I exchange a look and share a silent agreement.
I get up off her, brushing dirt from my pants, while I keep the gun trained on her. She scrambles to her feet, and when she’s fully upright, staring me straight in the eye, I shoot her in the head at close range.
The light goes out in her eyes instantly, and she falls to the ground on her back with a thud.
“I was going to do that,” Theo quietly says, his voice radiating sadness.
“We both know that justice was mine. On behalf of Sariah.”
His Adam’s apple bobs as he holds the AK47 in his hands. “You know how to use this?” I nod. “Okay, let’s go. I don’t know how much longer we can hold out. The guys can’t even get back to the warehouse to grab more guns.”
“I’m going up,” I say, pointing at the lookout tower. “Better vantage point from up there.”
