Logan snatched the gun out of Ronan’s hand before McGreggor’s brains had even hit the ground. He looked panicked.
“What the fuck, shortie!” he barked, handing the gun back to the pretty man, who looked shocked and tense as fuck.
Ronan just laughed, then made a finger gun. “Pirate eye! Buff, write that one down,” he said.
I squinted and realized he was talking to a fluffy, stuffed highland cow they had propped up on one of their tactical bags.
This dude was crazier than I was…damn.
“Are you talking to a stuffed animal?” I chuckled, my curiosity getting the better of me. Suddenly, Logan and the pretty boy had their guns pointed at me.
I hiccuped and waved.
“Hey guys,” I slurred. “Which one of you is shooting me?”
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For a second, everything was quiet. Then, Ronan’s body tensed in rage. He whirled, striding to their bags, pointing an angry finger in the stuffed animal’s face. “Fuck you, Buffalo! He’s protecting them, so he’s just as bad!”
“Ronan,” the pretty boy warned.
“And fuck you too, Dakota.” For a second, I saw two of them before Ronan morphed back into one. And then he was rushing at me.
My drunk ass almost giggled when I realized he was going to attack me with a plushie.
“Fuck you, you fucking pedo lover!” Ronan screamed, and suddenly, the situation wasn’t funny anymore.
“What the fuck did you just call me!?” I snarled as Ronan beat me over the head with the highland cow.
“Pedo lover, you fuck! Youdisgust me!”
“Pedo lover!? I fucking kill pedos, you dumbass!” I slurred. I tried to throw a punch, but my split vision was making me hella clumsy.
The world tilted, and suddenly, Ronan and I were rolling around on the ground, and he kept smacking me in the face over and over again with the stuffed toy.
“Don’t lie! You work for Apex! We know you’ve been trying to protect all these fucking pedophiles! You’re Damian Ryker’sgoon!He’s like the pedoking!”
Even as drunk as I was, my blood ran cold at Ronan’s words. My sluggish thoughts reeled, and suddenly, every time I had suspected Ryker was involved in some shady shit that involved kids swam to the surface of my mind.
I was working hard against the alcohol I had consumed, trying to process the fact that I had been right this whole time.
Instead of trusting my gut, I’d allowed myself to look the other way.
It was easier to pretend that I was wrong, but now, with Ronan literally screaming the truth in my face, I couldn’t pretend anymore.
I had allowed Damian to manipulate me and turn me into the type of monster I’d sworn to kill… and I had never hated myself more.
As the realization rolled over me, suddenly, the constantsmack smack smackof the stuffed cow hitting my face became too much for me to bear, and I snatched it by the head.
Intending to pull it away so I could ask Ronan more about what he had just said, I yanked, but Ronan wouldn’t let go.
With a frustrated growl, I rolled so that he was now beneath me, and I pulled harder on the cow, trying to get him to stop hitting me long enough to talk.
Everything went to shit, though, when the cow’s head ripped right off, and Ronan froze beneath me.
I watched as the man’s face went paper white as he realized I’d decapitated his toy, and then he wasscreaming.
This wasn’t a scream of rage; it was the type of sound someone made when they’d literally been stabbed or just watched someone they loved die.
