“Cassie’s a whore.”
“This isn’t about that cunt. This is about Amber.”
“I-I didn’t know she was one of yours.”
“Wouldn’t matter if she wasn’t. You’re a real piece of fucking shit, you know that.”
I shove him against the building, my forearm cutting off his airway. He tries to pull my arm away, but he’s no match.
Not that he ever has been. I took one look at Amber and it was like seeing my sister for the first time after she was taken.
I may be a lot of things, but I don’t hurt women.
“Whatever you did to her, I’m about to make it a hundred times more painful for you.”
Pulling out my knife, I see the faces of the men my father and I took out. It’s their screams I hear as I draw my arm back and plunge the knife into his gut as a preview for what is to come.
I twist the knife and I hear someone grunt in pain. The sound comes from behind me.
We’re not alone.
There’s a chick.
Fuck.
Our eyes meet. Her mouth gapes open and I can’t help but smile at the bewildered expression she wears. Innocent as a newborn kitten. All wide eyed full of wonder.
Then she throws something at me and runs.
I should go after her, but first I have a job to finish.
A man crawls out from the dumpster.
“I don’t want any trouble, man.”
“Want to make some money?”
He nods, all too eager.
“Good.” I pull out a wad of cash. And throw it at him.
I stare at the bag of cat food, debating on what to do with it. A normal person would have left it where it landed when that chick threw it. I’ve never claimed to be normal.
“When did you get a cat?” Shaw questions as he helps himself to breakfast.
“I didn’t.”
“Is there something you want to tell me?” he sniffs his forkful of eggs.
“Hasn’t anyone ever told you that cat food is an excellent source of protein?”
“Really?” he frowns.
“No. You dumb fuck.” I chuckle.
“So what’s with the bag?”
“I don’t know yet.”
