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No.
She’s not.
Timothy has his arm wrapped around Honey’s shoulder, a gun pressed to her head. One of Crue’s menrolls on the ground, moaning, having taken a bullet to the shoulder.
Timothy licks his lips. “Frisky little thing, this one. I had a clear aim before she interfered.”
I slowly take a step down into the gravelly alley. My gaze is locked with Honey, my heart pounding. Despite the situation, she looks pissed off, and she blows the hair out of her eyes with a puff.What the fuck?
My heart is pounding, yet her attitude, everything about her, reminds me she’s a Ricci. And with that, I calm down and collect myself.
“Lose the gun, Dawson,” Timothy says, licking his lips.
I ease the tension in my body, trying to see past the red overtaking my vision. Slowly, I pull the gun out and place it on the ground.
“Are you okay?” I ask Honey.
She nods and all but growls in response.
“Eyes on me, Mr. Bigshot,” Timothy snarls.
My gaze immediately goes to him. “How many calling cards did I have to leave to get your attention? My God! You took so long to find me.” He laughs hysterically, and I know it’s a combination of the liquor and whatever was in that needle.
“Let Honey go. This has nothing to do with her. This is between us.”
“On the contrary. Why do you get to have everything when we both came from nothing? Why do you get to have her?” he questionsloudly.
He presses the gun harder to the side of her head, his hand shaking. Panic tries to grip me again as I look at Honey, who is completely calm. As soon as we make eye contact, she mouths,Drop.
I only have a split second to act, but, as do I, so does she. The trust is unyielding.
I roll to the side, and in a quick move, she pushes his arm into the air. The gun goes off again, and she throws him over her shoulder, the gun dragging against the ground as she pushes her heel into his throat.
He tries to scratch at her leg, but she steps down harder until he gasps.
Honey is dangerous and beautiful.
Lethal and sickly sweet.
I’m by her side within seconds, the gun in my hand and pointed at his head.
“You—” he tries to rasp, but I put a bullet straight between his eyes.
Honey looks away as she slowly lifts her heel from his throat and steps back.
“I just bought this fucking suit,” she seethes.
My heart is pounding with everything that’s just happened. And I’m mad. Fucking furious. Beyond enraged.
I grab her face. “Why would you come out here with him?” I demand.
She seems wary. All that lethalness edging away with her adrenaline levels to reveal the Honey I know. “There were children inside.”
“But you could’ve—” I am a desperate and wild mess. I’ve never known fear. But today, I felt it like a noose around my neck.
“Dawson, I’m here,” she reminds me, cupping my cheeks in her soft hands. “I know how to kick ass, remember?”
And for the first and only time in my life, I’m grateful for her father. That he forced her to learn how to defend herself when I couldn’t.
