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I turn my gaze to Ethan, his hard eyes narrowed on me.
“Don’t sleep tonight. I’m serious, Ethan. NSC knows how important you and Elliot are for our crew. They know where you live. Do not fucking close one eye.”
“We won’t,” he mumbles as he grabs Nyx’s forearm. He’s already walking away when he shouts back. “And don’t you fucking die.”
I smile to myself. Of course I won’t. I never do.
I run to the other side of the warehouse, following the last Kings getting out as NSC comes after us. They were casually waiting for us to go back to our cars, grabbing whoever they wanted. They didn’t expect they’d have to chase us through the fucking woods.
“Kayla!” someone shouts at my back as I sprint to the back door. “You’re not escaping NSC tonight, bitch!”
I don’t recognize the voice. I know the most important people I should be worried about when it comes to NSC. Their soldiers know me, but I don’t know them. They’re just little ants to crush under my boots.
As I bump into a few Kings trying to fight back, I try to stop them, telling them to go back out and to safety, that we’re not fighting tonight, we’re retreating. But some people don’t give a shit about battle tactics. They only care about their pride.
“Fuck.” I almost choke on my own breath when I stop dead in front of a girl holding a knife.
She’s not scaring me, but she did fucking surprise me, coming out of nowhere.
I don’t need to wonder who she belongs to. She’s got their tattoo on her neck, a dagger with the letters NSC on the hilt.
I snort when she comes at me without thinking. I point my gun at her chest and, without a doubt, I shoot.
Kill or be killed. That’s what I grew up hearing.
“Did no one ever tell you not to bring a knife to a gun fight,” I mumble as she falls to the ground.
Apart from the people I couldn’t bring back with me, it looks like I’m the last one out of the back door. I push the heavy metal, ready to breathe in some fresh air.
But I barely have time to notice the moon shining on the shadow at my side, when something hits the back of my head.
I stumble to the ground, tightening my grip around the handle of my gun to make sure I don’t lose it. I twist, doing my best to land on my shoulder and roll onto my back so I’m not in too weak of a position.
Feeling the dizziness engulf me, I try to focus my vision through the pain at the back of my head. A boot lands on my wrist, crushing it to the asphalt and forcing me to release my gun. I want to fucking laugh when I notice who just hit me.
“Logan,” I chuckle. “I thought Emma specifically told you not to kill me.”
There are two other men with him. An NSC member called Law, and one other I don’t know, but I don’t really give a shit. Logan is my main problem.
“Yeah. She told me not to kill you.” He nods at the two men with him and they’re quick to each grab me by the upper arms, lifting me up.
The world tilts for a few seconds, and my vision goes black. Shit, he got me good. I try to look around, but my head is heavy, and I feel warm liquid running down my neck.
Logan grabs my chin when it falls to my chest, making me look up at him. “She won’t know it’s me if you’re just another casualty of the night, will she?”
“Motherfucker.” My voice usually sounds much fiercer than that. The pain pounding at my skull isn’t helping.
“Let’s take her to the woods,” he tells the other two. “She can die with the rest of her cowardly crew running away from us.”
I can’t keep up with their pace, my feet giving up and dragging behind me as they bring me to the dark woods that take up most of the North Shore.
The light of the moon can’t even make it through the thick branches when they finally drop me to the forest ground. A mix of pinecones, needles, and moss welcome my fall. This time, I don’t even have the strength to turn around, landing on my stomach. My cheek against the soil, I smell the earthy dampness of the forest.
With every second that passes, I feel less awake. The pain has taken over my entire head, and the nausea coursing through my body tells me I’ve got a serious concussion.
I groan when a foot presses on my back, but I know I’m not going to die. There’s no way this is how I end. Not me.
Logan squats next to my face, his weight heavy on my body. “This is going to take a while. You don’t deserve a fucking bullet to the head, believe me.”
