Seeing his job is done, Freak stands. “Leave now,” he demands.
“But the Mojave Devils…”
“Can choke the life out of you as far as we’re concerned.” I have no problem with Freak speaking on mine and Bronwyn’s behalf. In full enforcer mode, he’s a force to be reckoned with and far more intimidating than her mom.
“They’ll come after you.”
I speak then, my voice as menacing as I can make it. “Only if you tell them where your daughter is staying to save your own sorry hide. If they come for her, I promise you I’ll be coming after you, and I won’t be leaving you alive.”
“Best thing you can do is pack up and head out of state.” Bullseye offers her a way out. “And just be fuckin’ thankful we’ve got a conscience when it comes to killing women.” He pauses, then adds, “But I may reconsider if you try my patience.”
She takes one more moment to examine the faces of over twenty Kings who are all staring at her in hatred. And then, thank fuck, she finally turns tail and runs.
