Bullet peeked down at me before a laughter so loud and so great rumbled through my ribcage. He threw his head back, guffawing as he slapped his knee. No, seriously, the man actually slapped his knee. He looked around at his men and, one by one, they laughed with him. Giving Bullet the entertainment he needed as all of the gunmen surrounding us did their best to match his laughter.
The man was legitimately insane, and my trigger finger itched.
“I knew you didn’t have the guts,” he spat as his laughter stopped in its tracks.
He held his hand up and silenced his men with the flick of his wrist.
“Because if you did have the guts,” he glowered as he pinned me with a look, “I would’ve been dead a lot sooner than this.”
“All right,” Fangs said as he slowly approached my side, “why don’t we all just take a breath and calm down. No one ever got anything resolved when making judgments with their anger.”
Bullet snickered. “You’d know, huh?”
“Don’t you dare, Fangs,” I said hotly.
“Or you’ll what? Kill me?” Bullet asked as he batted his eyelashes playfully at me.
I moved the barrel of the gun to his cheek. “Maybe I’ll shoot you in your mouth. That’ll shut you up.”
“Julia,” Fangs said softly.
Then, Bullet sealed his fate. “You want to know what’s going to happen once I’m done here?”
“What?” I asked.
He turned his attention to me. “I’m going to go back to that house, retrieve your sister, and make her my wife. Would you like that? Rolling over in your fucking grave while your sister walks down the aisle to me? Because—and answer me honestly here, Fangs—what man can do without a bit of regular tight pussy in his life?”
That was all it took. One angry jump from my finger, and a boom so loud and so bombastic slammed against my chest. My arm flew back, knocking into my shoulder as I stumbled backwards. I watched as the life fled from Bullet’s gaze. I watched as his face, once filled with cheekiness and disgust, sank into nothingness. All was silent as the echoing of that bullet popping out of the chamber ricocheted along the dark, empty dock. And as Bullet fell face first to the ground, I watched his blood pool around him.
Seeping off the edges of the dock and dripping into the oceanic water beneath our feet.
“Now, Reaper! Do it!” Fangs exclaimed.
His voice ripped me out of my trance, but the massive explosion behind me pulled a shriek from the back of my throat. Someone seized my waist for their own, pulling me away from Bullet’s dead body. Someone else took the gun from my grasp, and I clamored to get it back. If it was the only way I had to defend myself, then I’d need it to get the hell out of dodge.
Until Fangs picked me up and tossed me over his shoulder.
“What!?” I exclaimed.
“Stay as still as you can!” Fangs yelled back.
He rushed through the smoke as more explosions popped off. The dock seemed to go up in smoke, even though we weren’t sinking into the water. Bullets whizzed by me, peppering me with their wind and freezing me in my place. And as shock overcame me, all I saw was Bullet’s empty face.
An empty face I’d never get out of my head for as long as I lived.
“Holy fuck, he’s finally dead,” I said breathlessly.
He slid me off his shoulder and my ass thumped onto something hard. I looked around and found a set of white van doors flung open with my feet dangling up from the ground. And there, rubbing his hands up and down my thighs, was Fangs.
And the shocked smile on his face tugged one of my own across my cheeks.
“You’re insane, you know that?” he asked.
I shrugged. “Never send a man to do a woman’s job, I always say.”
Someone cackled before the van lurched, and I watched as Reaper sat beside me. “You’re staying with me. You’ve done your part.”
I looked him up and down. “How did you guys know that—”
