“Everett,” I said softly, a warning.
“Throttle was not your dad,” he told me, demonstrating heknew exactly what I was talking about.
“I know.”
“I’m not either.”
Yes you are.
And weirdly, that scared me more than anything.
“Please, I need to go,” I begged.
“Yougottaknow you’d never getthat shit from me, from Chaos, no matter what you did,” he said.“But youwouldn’t have to do it ’cause that’s not our path.”
“What is your path?”
“It’s not that,” he stated.
We’d finally made it.
We’d made it right at the place I needed to be to get him toleave me be.
And I jumped on it.
I looked him direct in his snow-blue eyes.
“Armageddon takes everyone out, Snapper.”
His fingers convulsed on my arm right before I gently pulledit free.
I looked to Zip, gave him a trembling smile and said, “Niceto meet you.”
“Come back for a Taser,” was his reply.
I nodded, thinking I didn’t want to be responsible forsomeone who was out to harm me losing their brain matter, but I probably wouldhave no issue with amping them significantly.
I then looked to Snap, who was watching me but didn’t makeanother move to detain me, and on unsteady legs, I walked out of the gun shop.
Chapter Three
Crosshairs
Rosalie
I timed it so it worked for me.
I was now ten days out.The bruising was fading faster.Iwas moving around a lot easier.A new bandage was on my nose and it was a lotsmaller.And the stitches were dissolving and falling out.
But I still looked like a woman who’d had her ass handed toher.
Colombo’s was being cool.They were giving me time off withpay (though that pay sucked, it was all about the tips) for two weeks andputting me behind the bar until the bandage was off my nose, my stitches weretotally gone, and my ribs were such I could heft around huge pizza pies.
So it was now or it would be never.
And too much was at stake.
It couldn’t be never.
