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He knew. The motherfucker knew we’d end up in a fucking shootout. I’m enraged by this, but it doesn’t matter right now. There’s still a hail of bullets fired off at us now and then.
Moss gloats, “I have them pinned down behind crates for soda.” He laughs. “It is almost unfair?—"
“No fucking shit!” Part of me wants to push him out into the bullets and let them have him. But I can’t rely on their goodwill not to shoot me, too. “How do we get out of this?”
“It would help if you stop hiding and start shooting.”
“I’m not killing anyone!”
He laughs. “With your aim, I am certain you are right. But it keeps them distracted while I reload.” He shoots until the gun empties. “Your turn.”
Fuck. I pull my gun out and wave it at the edge of the crate, earning a barrage of bullets aimed my way. Even though they nick the edge of the crate only, my heart is racing. Just a matter of time before one side runs out of bullets. I keep myself mostly covered by the crates as I stand and fire, aiming for their legs.
Whatever this is all about, I’m in it now.
When they stop firing, Moss stands at my side. “We finish this, eh?” The hulking piece of shit actually fucking winks at me before grinning and opening fire on them again. A ragged grunt comes from someone over there, and he strolls straight at them, a man on a mission. Three shots ring out in quick succession. “It is done.”
I’m lightheaded. Adrenaline slammed into me at some point, and now, my hands shake. Slowly, I stand on boneless legs. Moss leers over three bodies on the floor. All with head wounds. My voice is empty. “You killed them.”
“Before they could kill us. It is a good day,” he says proudly, shoving his gun into a holster.
“I don’t…I’m not…” Can’t tell if I’m going to throw up or if I’m going to blackout, but either one is on the table.
Moss comes to me, throwing his arm over my shoulder to walk me out. “Put your gun away before we are out of the warehouse.”
Didn’t realize it was still in my hand. It takes more effort than I’d like to admit to get it back in my pocket.
Moss claps my chest. “You did good. Come now. We go. Business over.”
“You have no idea.”
He laughs, shaking his head. “Your father did not say you are funny. I will tell him. I will tell him all about his brave son who shot at our enemies and made jokes. He will love it. You are just like one of us now. He will be pleased, eh?”
There was a time when I would have wanted Dad’s approval. But my father lords my money over my head. He acts as though June is disposable. He blackmails people with the lives of their children. Dad’s approval is nothing but a felonious disgrace.
My ears still ring from the gunfire as Moss gets me into the car. He turns the radio on and sings along for a verse. For a murderer, he has a nice voice.
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Chapter 56
ANDERSON
On the elevator ride to Dad’s floor, I want to rage. At Moss. At how long the elevator takes. Even when we get out and I see his secretary, Margaret, I want to shout at her when she tells us he’s waiting for us. This secret is eating me from the inside out, and it’s been less than a day. We came straight from the warehouse to Dad’s office, and I am ready to explode.
Walking into Dad’s office, I am overwhelmed by the need to scream at him. I glare at the old man and snap, “Get out.”
“This is my office?—"
“Moss, get out.”
He must look to Dad for direction because Dad nods toward the door. But I don’t see it. All I see is the devil in the CEO’s chair. My chair.
When the door closes, I slam my fists on his desk. “The fuck!”
A tight little smile comes over his face. “Tell me all about it, son.”
“You set me up!”
