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It was anI’ll scratch your back if you scratch minesorta deal. Because, on occasion, it was nice to have a chick on the books… or so they liked to remind me. Couldn’t tell you what they actually did in this compound of theirs, other than that you were probably better off not knowing about it and that it required them having a full-time surgeon under their employ.Two, if you counted Frankie for the light stuff—again not a real name. It was short for Frankenstein on account of how fucked his face was after some bike accident. The first time I saw it, I didn’t ride for days.
Obviously I got over that quick.
I helped walk Connor into the open foyer before fixing my boots to the spot again. There were doors on all sides of us, so there wasn’t much point in going farther. The building was like a maze, which meant we’d sooner get lost and die there than find the fucker we were looking for.
It was the middle of the night but these guys barely slept, and when they did, it was a hair trigger reaction for them to roll outta bed wide awake and ready to jump into action.
Don’t ask me how I knew that.Other than a dick’s a dick and sometimes the closest one would have to do. Though something told me pretty boy wouldn’t appreciate that answer so much, even if I was hoping one of these fuckers would save his life.
“We’re bleeding out over here!” I yelled into the cavernous room, only to have my own voice echo back at me.
I had no doubt the whole lot of them were hanging out somewhere watching me. Just because they let me past the door didn’t mean they were agreeing to help. They got bored easily and some things they did just for the sick enjoyment of it. Like eating popcorn while someone’s guts plop down on their tiled floor. They’d probably even force me to clean it up.
I flicked my gaze into each darkened corner, more little red lights all flashing in my direction.
Yup, all eyes were on us.The bastards just hadn’t decided what they wanted to do with us yet. Probably trying to figure out what Connor meant to me and if they could score themselves a better deal.
I was two seconds away from knocking down the first door, when Casper came strutting out like a rooster at daybreak. You could practically see the guy’s cock swinging between his legs with the way he entered a room. Hands in his tactical pants, shoulders relaxed like he didn’t have a care in the world. He probably didn’t. You couldn’t care when you didn’t feel shit. Literally and figuratively. Saw him take a bullet square in the chest once. Didn’t slow 'em down one bit. Sure, it was embedded in muscle and didn’t hit any vital organs—the man wasn’t a cyborg. He just didn’t feel pain like the rest of us. Almost like he was immune to it.
Frankie mentioned how Casper suffered nerve damage or some shit at a young age. Regardless, the fucker wasn’t normal. Then again, who was I to judge?
“Camera just didn’t quite do ya justice, sweetheart.” Casper grinned and Connor growled from somewhere deep in his throat. Or maybe it was a gurgling sound? Hewaslosing a lot of blood.
“Enough with the small talk, Cas. Ya’ll gonna stitch him up or not? Stop wasting my time or I’ll have to send ya a bill.”
His face went stone cold, the grin gone like it was never there. And his posture stiffened, almost as if we were seeing an entirely different version of the man. Then his lips curled around into a Joker-esque smirk, the Heath Ledger version, though somehow eerier. “Come on back, folks. The doctor will see you now…”
23
A FEW HOURS PRIOR
The sound of hushed voices outside the window had me shifting my body up and off the mattress, my eyes searching for the clock on my bedside table only to come up empty. It took me a moment to realize I was at my uncle’s place and not holed up back at my and Zeke’s apartment. Getting your brains fucked out of your head would do that to ya. Having you forgetting your name and zip code.
A smirk tipped up one side of my mouth, before the whispers turned to shouting, and my hand reached out to find the sheets tossed around and the other side of the bed lacking one very thick-skulled woman. My gaze bounced around the small room. Dani was nowhere in sight. While the noise of a few trash cans being knocked over told me where I’d most likely find her.
“Fuck.” I pushed to my feet and scrambled to shove one leg through my jeans, then the other, as I rushed for the door, down the stairs, and out the back entrance. Stopping short when I rolled up on a scene like something from one of those dubbed ninja movies Zeke liked to watch every Sunday night.
Dani had a hammer in one hand, her other gesturing forward ina come and get memotion, her brows creased in determination and her legs spread wide in a fighting stance. Two guys had positioned themselves in front of her, appearing ready to toss my girl over one shoulder and shove her into the trunk of the car I could see idling at the side of the street.
Honestly, I was surprised Benny didn’t send more. I’d only known Dani for a few days in total and even I knew she could take these fuckers. Or at least give them a run for their money. I was bouncing on the balls of my feet, struggling to decide what was the best way to go about this, when the son of a bitch to my left lunged forward, the streetlamp above him catching the sheen of the blade he had clutched in a palm.
Before I could really think about what I was doing, and honestly how stupid it was to not have grabbed some sort of weapon on my way out here, I was jumping in front of Dani. Shoving her to one side while taking a blade to the gut.
That shit fucking hurt by the way. A sharp sting, followed by throbbing. Until the first wave of adrenaline kicked in—thanks for nothing—and I rolled backwards on the concrete, forced myself to one knee and up on my feet again. One hand trying to keep all the inside shit from coming outside. Pretty sure it wasn’t meant to come outside. At least that’s what I was told in that anatomy class I took back in high school.
Dani cursed under her breath, her glare flicking in my direction. Then she was flying through the air and on Benny’s guys like gravity didn’t exist in her world. And maybe it didn’t. That or I was already starting to hallucinate. I’d never been stabbed before, so couldn’t tell you if seeing shit was normal or not.
Because what I was seeing was unhinged and oddly arousing.At least my dick still worked.
She held the hammer high above her head, bringing it down on the one fucker’s skull and turning back to the second guy just in time to press her fingers somewhere near his shoulder. His arm went limp and the blade clattered to the ground, disappearing from my view during all the chaos.
I was slumped over in the middle of the sidewalk, though I didn’t remember sitting here, with my back leaning against a telephone pole, one leg kicked out, and a hand still clutching my abdomen.
I was tired. So fucking tired. My eyes blinked closed a few times, only to shoot back open when I felt someone standing in front of me. Dani. Then her arms were reaching forward. Helping me back onto my feet and into a car. Not our car.
Whose car is this?
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