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“You’re the one who fucking told me to stay put?”
“Yeah, that was when I thought you were gonna be chill about it. Not have a coronary. I’ve never seen your ass this worked up.”
I didn’t wait for him to say more before I was turning my back and grabbing his keys off the hook. My Buick was still fucked.
“Hey! Be careful with my car!” Zeke called after me, as I slammed the door shut on whatever he was gonna cry about next.
If they weren’t at the club, there was only one other place Benny would take her. The unofficial Mulligan headquarters, located across town. The Ice Cream Shop. Which had nothing to do with frozen desserts and everything to do with the little white crystals those fuckers like to deal to kids. It was why Zeke and I got stuck in this shit in the first place. Annie got hooked, borrowed more than she could pay back to feed her habit, and now her brother and I were working off her debt. And I’d do it all over again if it meant keeping her off the streets and getting the kid back in school.
She was doing well for the last few months. But the threat was always there. Lingering above our heads. She could relapseat any moment. Or, worse yet, Benny and his crowd could lure her back in. The fucker threatened as much whenever we didn’t want to pick up an extra shift or stay longer than we were scheduled. Our hands were fucking tied.
Which was just another reason I had a sick feeling in my gut, knowing that Dani was confronting these guys on her own. It didn’t matter how well she could fight, shoot, and do whatever else she could do. It was still a five-foot-nothing girl against a small army. An army that had no qualms when it came to beating and raping women and children.
Like I said, I knew the kinda men I worked for. Didn’t say I felt good about it. I just didn’t have much of a choice in the matter. I wasn’t about to let my brother from another mother make a deal with the devil on his own.
Forty minutes in city traffic had me pulling up to the back of the Ice Cream Shop, which was really nothing more than an old warehouse with a cute street name. And not long after that, I watched a side door swing open and Dani come rushing out. Covered in blood. From head to fucking toe. Looking like something straight out of the movieCarrie.
“Fuck, Zeke is gonna fucking kill me,” I grunted before flashing the headlights in her direction.
47
It all happened in slow motion. Like time stopped. As if the world around ya was playing out on a film reel.
It was always some variation or another. I called bullshit.
There was nothing slow about it. At least not for me. If anything, I moved at double speed. My hands working on muscle memory, as though the guns in each palm were extensions of my arms. Bodies dropping and blood splattering like one of those action flicks where you didn’t know one face from another because everything flashed so quick your eyes didn’t have time to focus.
Don’t get me wrong, half the shots I took with my left side were off center, some missing their targets completely, but none of that mattered as long as I eventually took the fuckers down without getting grazed myself.
At the same time, I wasn’t looking to try my luck. With seven men out by my count, and several more on their way, I swiped Thing One’s badge over the panel by the door and slipped into the blackness of a side alley.Only to stop in my tracks when I spotted a dark-blue Civic blinking its lights. Instinct immediately had me raising my arm and taking aim as I waitedfor the driver to come into focus. To take my shot and jack the fucker’s car. Until two steps forward had me both wanting to drop the forty-five and fire it at the same fucking time.
“I told you not to follow me,” I hissed the moment pretty boy was within earshot, jumping into the passenger seat, as he shifted the car into reverse and sped in the opposite direction towards the main road. We could lose a possible tail in the city traffic.
“Didn’t follow ya, baby girl. Just had a pretty good idea as to where you’d be.” He grinned, and I had never been more glad and more annoyed to see someone in my life. The rush was wearing off and I was fighting back all those emotions I didn’t want to deal with. Not now. Not fucking ever if I had a choice in the matter.
What I needed more than anything else was to forget. To forget everything Junior told me and cling to the lies I’d believed for the last six years. I needed oblivion. Feeding my blood lust wasn’t enough tonight. It didn’t stop my skin from crawling or my mind from racing.
A good dicking should do it. Should help calm the growing tension in my head. At least for a few hours. And if Connor wasn’t up for the challenge, I would find someone who was. But this? This ache in my chest?
Yeah, fuck this.
I flicked my eyes in his direction, watching the way his jaw was set tight. His eyebrows knit together and his shoulders pulled back a little too straight.
Bet he could do with blowing off some steam himself.
He was annoyed with me again. Or something having to do with me. I could tell. The guy was an open book, wore his emotions on his sleeve, waved them around like a white flag on the battlefield. And I was here to accept his slow surrender.
I reached out a hand, curling my palm around the noticeable bulge in his pants. Connor grunted, shifting in his seat before trying to swat my arm away. But I was too entranced by the way the blood on my skin soaked into the material of his jeans. There was something erotic about tainting something clean. Couldn’t tell you what it was. Just that I liked it.
“Dani…” he ground my name between his teeth. “I’m tryin’ to focus on not getting’ us killed. Or, ya know, pulled the fuck over, looking like ya stepped straight out of a slaughterhouse.”
Instead of stopping, I doubled down, gliding my hand over the length of him while enjoying the way the muscles hardened beneath my fingertips. “Pull over.”
“Dani…” he repeated, but I could hear the dip in his voice. The one that told me he was warring with himself.
This was the opposite of what we should be doing for a multitude of reasons. One being the fact I’d just taken out a shit-ton of Benny’s men, including his nephew. And two being Connor was still fresh out of surgery with more than a few popped stitches.
I didn’t give a fuck. A couple of strokes and pretty boy wouldn’t care none either.
