He shifted from one foot to the other. “I—”
My smile was slow, sly even and one that usually baffled the men I faced down. “Go on, then. Pull the fucking trigger,” I taunted.
The way I felt, after Trent’s arrival into my life and the situation last night, I’d take on the fucking devil. Adrenaline pumped blood in an untamed race through my body, every nerve alive and ready for action. Fuck, I needed this. I took another step, and he raised his hand slightly, glancing at the sedan as he did so.
“Do you know the difference between a pussy and a lion, Tony?” I could see the confusion in his eyes like I’d just asked him a difficult math problem. “One gives pleasure and the other pain. Yet both can bring a man to his knees with one grasp. Which one are you?”
“I don’t understand.”
“It’s a simple question. Are you the pussy.” I smirked. “Or the lion? Are you bringing me pleasure or pain today?”
“Pain, asshole,” he sneered then blinked. “Wait. How the fuck would I bring you pleasure?”
I shook my head.Dumb fucking shit.The best kind to fuck with. Moving so fast, he didn’t see me coming, I had him in a chokehold and cracking his neck before his next breath. I dropped his limp body. “Thanks for the pleasure.” I dusted my dark suit and looked up as the back doors of the sedan opened. Jason, the fucker I wanted, sprinted my way followed by two bigger guys. They stopped short, mouths agape, and surveyed the scene.
Jason’s shaky hand tried to control the other that held a gun. “You killed my brother, you bastard,” he screamed.
“Never send a pussy to do a man’s job.” I shrugged, taking in his swollen eyes, busted lips and blue-black foundation that covered his pale face. “Nice makeover.” I was impressed with Trent’s skill. He’d done a fucking fantastic job of reshaping the man’s face.
Jason lifted the gun and pointed at my chest. “Why the fuck did you kill him?” Were those tears in his eyes?
“He was taking too long to shoot me. I got bored.”
“Bored? That’s my fucking brother,” he yelled.
“And your point is?” Pure acid laced my tone and for just a moment he looked flustered. It would’ve taken me less than a second to pull the semi-automatic tucked in the back of my pants and put a bullet right between his eyes. The wet spot on the front of his cream pants indicated he’d already pissed himself. Now to watch him crap himself. I leaned back against my car, crossed my arms over my chest and gestured at the gun in his hand with my chin. “Are you going to play with that thing or do what you came here to do?”
The look on his face—what little of it I could see—changed to uncertainty. “I did as you asked. You didn’t say some fucker will be there to save her.”
“And I didn’t tell you to drug her.” Resisting the urge to plow my fist into his face, I dropped my hands and he reared back like a frightened child. “But I did tell you not to hurt her.”
“I didn’t.”
“Says the blue marks on her body, you fucking piece of shit,” I snarled. His black eyes grew wide. “What? Did you think I wouldn’t notice?” He shuffled a few steps backward. “If you plan on using that.” I pointed to the gun. “Make damn fucking sure you don’t miss, Jason. Because I can guarantee you only one of us is leaving here alive.”
“Suck my dick, Zayne.”
I laughed. “I’m guessing your balls are not as big as your ego. Your hands are shaking, asshole. If you’re going to fucking shoot someone, never let them see your fear,” I sneered. He took another step back. The men behind him wore conflicting expressions—one uncertainty and the other superiority. “The least you fuckers could do was send a worthy opponent to take me out,” I goaded.
Jason’s gaze darted between me and his dead brother, his decision wavering before he grabbed the gun in both hands and fought to keep his grip steady. “You’re going down.”
“Do you want me to stand still? Would that help?” I took another step forward and he backed away, stumbling as he hit the wall behind him. “I am right here. Shoot, fucker,” I roared, spreading my arms out at my sides and sticking my chest out. “Pull the fucking trigger!” I baited, my lips wide in a sneer. Maybe my time was up. The world wouldn’t miss a bastard like me. No one would worry if I went down—there was no one to care. The woman who held my heart was lost to me. It was only a matter of time. I had nothing more to lose. “Shoot, pussy,” I mocked.
It was too much for him. “Stop, please.” Shaking like a goddamn tree on a windy day, he lowered the gun. The hesitant guy did an about-face and disappeared down the alley, while the other looked at Jason, waiting for confirmation, like a goddamn guard dog.
“Aww, come on, Jason, don’t wimp out on me now. I'm an evil fucker, right? I killed your brother, I deserve to die, don’t I? Here's your chance. Take it. Avenge your brother. Don’t be a pussy. Send me straight to fucking hell,” I roared.
The door to the club opened and one of my men stepped out, weapon drawn. I held up my hand and he stayed put, keeping his gun in sight. Jason sucked in a breath, his expression ultimate surrender. This was obviously not going according to plan. His remaining bulldog took a step toward me. I raised a brow, provoking him and he visibly faltered but there was no dismissing his aggressive stare down—he wanted a piece of me.
With slow calculated steps, I neared Jason. “So, you still want me to suck your cock?”
He collapsed to his knees, head shaking in a vehement display of regret. “I’m sorry, Zayne.”
I dropped to my haunches, bringing me down to his level. Tears ran down his cheeks making me want to slap the shit out of him. “Your apology is accepted.” His expression brightened and dipped at my next words, “But I’ll believe you, only if you shoot him.” My face not wavering from his, I pointed to his so-called bodyguard. The other man cursed the same time Jason gulped. Not breaking eye-contact, I ran a slow finger over the barrel of the gun he still held in his hand. “You of all people know there’s no honor among thieves, Jason. “You did come here to kill me, didn’t you?” Slowly, he nodded. “That means someone has to die by your hand.” I cocked a brow. He glanced up at his friend.
“Are you fucking crazy, Jason,” the other man yelled.
I looked at him. “What’s your name?”
