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Oh, this fucking rat will get exactly what he’s earned. I’m going to kill him like I killed Anderson, and worse than I’m going to kill Calvano.

We leave the room and drift through the mansion’s halls. I have no idea where the fuck he’s taking me.

He stops at a room I’ve never been in before, shoves me inside, and brings the gun up on me.

“I’m flattered. Still straight, by the way,” I say, shrugging.

“You’re so fucking stupid!” he yells as if I insulted him. “You attacked Calvano on your own? What were you thinking? What’s your great plan, hm?”

My brows furrow. “I’m confused.”

“Fight me,” he says sternly.

“Huh?”

“No. Shoot me.” He holds the gun out to me. “It’ll be more convincing.”

“Gladly.”

I take the gun and fire into his shoulder, and it knocks a rough grunt out of him as he staggers back.

“You bitch,” he groans, clutching the wound as blood leaks through his fingers.

“What about you?” I ask. “What’s your master plan?”

“I earned his trust back.” He smiles widely. “I’m not a dead weight anymore.”

“So why did I shoot you?”

“Because I owe you,” he mutters, rolling his eyes like it disgusts him. “You could have killed me, but you didn’t.”

I shrug. “Yeah. Bad habit.”

His jaw tightens. “Now we’re even.” He jerks his head toward the door. “Now get the fuck out of here. I’m giving you a head start.”

I pause, just long enough to be annoying. “You’re terrible at gratitude.”

“Don’t make me regret it,” he snaps. “You’re welcome, by the way.”

“I’m not leaving without her.”

“Oh, come on, don’t make me dig two graves.”

I shake my head. “I’m not leaving without her,” I repeat.

“Spare me the tragic-hero crap, pretty boy. She’s doomed in this hellhole,” he says with disdain.

I glare him down, making my point clear.

He lets out this long, sharp breath, eyes rolling to the ceiling.

“Fuck,” he hisses. “Hit me.”

My brows pinch. “I didn’t know you were into that kinda crap.” I blink at him, actually stunned. Wes—of all people—asking me to hit him? What the hell?

“Fucking asshole!” he snaps, cracking me across the cheekbone.

“About damn time.” My eyes light up with delight. “Here comes your boogeyman.”