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Guess the big galoot never earned his red wings. Pity too. Nothing was more of a turn-on than a guy who didn’t give a fuckwhat time of the month it was. Find me that guy, and I might have just reconsidered my thoughts on marriage.
Kidding, of course. But you catch my drift.
I followed Thing One and Thing Two past a few more doors, cataloguing every detail as we went—how many cameras, rooms, and men were hanging around, all the possible exits and so on—before they froze in their tracks and turned around to glare at me.
“Don’t we know you from somewhere?” Justin Bieber’s overstuffed clone asked while quirking his jewelry at me. “Can’t put my finger on it but something about you seems familiar…” he grunted.
“CumPrincess247? Maybe you’ve heard of me?” I smirked.
I KNOW!Dumb move. But fucking hell, Connor’s smart-ass attitude was rubbing off on me in all the wrong ways and I just couldn’t help myself.
I watched as confusion settled over JB’s face, maybe a hint of recognition too, before something had him reaching a hand towards his hip. His silent counterpart clearly didn’t get the hint until I kneed the fucker in the balls and tugged his forty-five free. Stupid fucks should really have invested in some ASL guards if they didn’t want their own weapons pulled on 'em.
Firing would be another dumb move and send the—by my count—twenty or so of them my way with maybe thirty rounds between me and Thing One, if their mags were fully loaded. But I was also never someone to turn down a chance for a good fight. So I put a slug between each of the fucker’s eyes before JB’s thumb even danced over his trigger. And spun on my heel, waiting for the ensuing bloodbath to begin.
In three, two, one…
46
“Fuck!” I sent my knuckles through the first thing within reach, staring at the fist-sized crater I left behind as white dust filled the air and dotted my black shirt. The drywall in our apartment had seen better days anyway. So what was one more glob of plaster in the grand scheme of things?
Doubt the landlord would even notice. The place was a shithole, but it was all Zeke and I could afford at the moment. Four walls and a roof over your head was a hot commodity in this area and the real estate owners knew it. Used it to their advantage.
“Feel better?” Zeke lifted a single brow in my direction while I continued to pace back and forth in front of the door.
“Not in the slightest.” I spun on my boot to look him in that smug-ass face of his. He was enjoying watching me unravel. It was different from the cool, calm demeanor he was used to seeing. The guy who never took shit serious. Who could make a joke out of anything and would, whether or not it was appropriate.
Yeah, I was wondering where that guy was too, brother.
“She shouldn’t be doing this shit alone. You know what the fuck these fuckers are like. Fuck!”
“Yeah, think you have enoughfucksin there? Might wanna try one more for good measure.” Zeke grinned.
“Fuck you. How’s that?” I grunted, and his grin widened.
“Look, something tells me the girl can handle her shit. I mean, she’s not the one bleeding all over the fuckin’ place right now.”
I glanced down and eyed the red droplets dotting my movements across the room, before rubbing the closest one into the carpet with the tip of my boot. Probably not the worst thing staining these floors. My eyes flicked around the cramped space. All that was missing was one of them chalk outlines you see on all those crime shows, and I was sure we could find a few if we looked hard enough.
“Would ya let Annie go in there on her own? Bet she thought she could handle herself too.”
Zeke’s head snapped up at the mention of his sister’s name. “Fuck no.”
“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” I grumbled under my breath, resuming my back-and-forth movements while raking an exasperated hand through my sweat-drenched hair. It was October and cold as fuck for the season. Still, the stress had me sweating like a pig.
“But Annie’s different,” he said, and I paused to glare at him. “You know I’m right. She doesn’t have street smarts. Not like your girl. And she’s always looking for trouble, putting her nose in shit she has no business putting her nose in. Doesn’t know how to keep her mouth shut either.”
“Yeah, well, sounds a lot like Dani. Except her kinda trouble includes a buncha masked military operatives with a thing for comparing dick size.”
“What?”
“Nothing. That’s not the point.” I reached out an arm and snatched the lukewarm beer from Zeke’s hand before chugging what was left of the contents. Which wasn’t much besides some spit at the bottom. I needed the burn. Not whatever the fuck this was.
I glanced around the room again. There wasn’t a bottle of liquor in sight.
“Fuck,” I grunted for the millionth time, and Zeke laughed.
“If you’re so goddamn impatient, why don’t you go find her? Wait outside the building or some shit if it’ll make you feel better?”
