“I highly doubt that.”
“Trust me, babe. I do. He betrayed all of us when he handed you to the enemy.” Saint moves his hand lower on my arm.
I press the knife in again, slicing a thin line through Galen’s flesh. A muscle ticks in his jaw, but he holds firm, and his eyes almost plead with me to do it. A dart of pain flashes across his face, hinting at immense suffering, and there is so much I don’t understand.
Saint uses my distraction to grab my wrist, forcing my hand to pull away. I battle him, because no one is going to fucking tell me what to do anymore. “Lo, stop.”
“You fucking stop,” I hiss, crying out when he digs his nails into the tender flesh underneath my wrist, making me drop the knife.
A shrill siren rings out, and a red flashing light blares from someplace overhead.
“What the fuck?” Saint shouts, eyeballing Theo.
“Someone has breached the perimeter,” Theo confirms, stabbing buttons on his phone.
“That’d be me, asshole,” a familiar voice says from behind.
Saint still has a grip on my wrist, and he roughly shoves me behind him. Sharp pain shuttles up my arm, and I cry out again.
Diesel trains his rifle on Saint. “Let Lo go, or I’ll gladly end you.”
CHAPTER 5
Harlow
“DIESEL, DON’T.”I attempt to extract my arm from Saint’s grip, but his hold is tight, and it’s clear he has no plan to let me go anytime soon. I bend down and bite his hand, burying my teeth deep in his flesh.
He lets out a roar, dropping my arm and staring at me like I’ve gone crazy.
Ignoring his expression, I step around him, striding toward Diesel. Slowly, he lowers his rifle, but the lethal look on his face remains. I stop in front of him. “What are you doing here?”
“I told you I don’t trust those assholes,” he says, carefully lifting my arm and turning it over. The skin on my wrist has broken again, and a thin line of blood is pooling at the site of my wounds. “You fucking hurt her.” He stabs Saint with a murderous look before softening his gaze when it lands back on me. “I told you you should’ve let me bandage them.”
“It’s nothing.”
“Take your hands off her,” Saint says, coming up behind me.
“Fuck off, asshole, before I put a hole in your skull.”
“I’d like to see you try, old man,” Caz says, leveling a Glock at Diesel’s head.
The flashing light and piercing siren die out, and I spy Theo repocketing his cell and walking this way. “Lo, you know this guy?” he asks.
“Yeah. I can vouch for him.”
“What the fuck is he doing here?” Saint growls, scowling at me.
Diesel drops my hand, prodding his rifle into Saint’s chest. “Lose the attitude, punk, and stop speaking to Lo like that.”
“Listen here, grandad.” Saint shoves the rifle away as if it isn’t loaded and couldn’t go off at any second. “You don’t get to show up on our turf and start making demands.”
“I could wipe you all off the face of the planet in the blink of an eye,” Diesel says. “Don’t fucking tempt me.”
“Let’s everyone cool their jets,” I say, stepping between Saint and Diesel.
“Who is he?” Theo inquires, looking directly at me.
“I’m her trainer,” Diesel says, and I know I shouldn’t add to that, but I’m in the mood to inflict pain.
