By now, I’m grinding my teeth so hard I wonder how they haven’t turned to powder.
“Nice ass, by the way.”
“What?”
The fucker looks up at me and gives me a toothless grin. “She was wearing leggings. When the guy picked her up, it was like I could see everything. Her face don’t look like much, but she has a nice ass.”
I grab my gun from my back pocket and shoot him in the face before he has time to process a thing.
Then, as two guys from inside startle at the noise into a state just conscious enough to yell out, I head for my car and turn back onto the state road, looking for a motherfucking mint green minivan.
Chapter 9
Piper
Why am I so stupid?
I open one eye then the other, my head hurting far more than after I thought I’d been shot. I still have no clue why my body was in such pain then, but I definitely know why my head hurts now.
I got punched by some asshole, and now I’m in the back of a car.
Fuck.
Clearly I should have stuck with Quill. He may be a murderous psycho, but at least I know exactly what kind of a murderous psycho he is. Meanwhile, these pieces of shit…
My heartbeat picks up as I wonder what exactly they’ve got planned for me.
Fuck, fuck, fuck. Why did I let them talk to me? Why did I listen? Why the hell didn’t I tell Quill about it?
He hurt me yesterday, but I know he wouldn’tactually, trulyhurt me. Some stupid form of pride got in the way of my self-preservation instinct, I guess, and I let these two assholes convince me they could help me solve my parents’ murder.
I try to move but my hands are bound behind my back. So are my ankles, and I’ve got duct tape around my face, a rag stuffing my mouth and preventing me from talking.
Which is definitely the worst part of all this.
I wish I had asked Logan Colt more questions. I was terrified of him, but with Quill there, what could possibly happen to me?
Oh, right. Everything.
Still, it sucks being in danger and not even knowing why.
Maybe Iamas bad of a detective as Logan told me I was.
I sigh, then realize that was a big mistake, because it alerts the two fuckfaces in front that I’m awake. The one not driving turns a leery grin at me.
“Well, well. Piper Day. We’ve finally got her.”
“Wonder what the boss wants with her.”
“No clue. But Idoknow we’re getting a big payday.”
I lean my throbbing head back on the seat, beyond frustrated that I can’t ask a single question.
“I mean, I know he wants to kill her,” comments one of the guys. “I just don’t know why.”
“You don’t need to know. Stop wondering.”
“But why are they subcontracting? They usually take care of their own shit.”
