Page 106 of Heartless Sinner

They just turned up the music.

The second G-Wagon screeched to a stop under me.

A masked Son leaned halfway out the window.

My grip faltered when I saw what he was holding.

A bow.

Oh, fuck me.

“Haven’t used this in a while,” he called. “Let’s see if I still have perfect aim!”

This is most definitely a damn hunt.

He aimed through the branches and drew the string back.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

The arrow flew.

I threw myself around the opposite side of the trunk just as it sliced past me.

“Crap!” My sneaker slipped on a slick patch of moss, then there was nothing under my foot.

I dropped. Bark shredded my palms as I caught a branch on the way down. My shoulder nearly ripped from its socket when my full weight slammed against it.

A cry tore out of me as I hung there, panting, with my legs swinging several feet above the ground.

A masked Son leaning against the Mustang stood directly under me.

The fucker waved.

I hate these people.

A chainsaw roared to life.

Every hair on my body stood up.

I slowly looked down.

Oh, come the fuck on.

The Son by the Mustang lifted the chainsaw and started toward me. I scrambled for another branch, but the next one was too far for me to reach.

The Leatherface wannabe stopped at the tree.

I was low enough that he could’ve easily grabbed my ankle and ripped me down. He didn’t. That was too tame for them.

He pressed the roaring blade into the trunk. Wood chips exploded everywhere as the chain chewed through the rough bark.

Just perfect.

Robin Hood on one side.

Leatherface on the other.

I reached for the higher branch again.