“I can’t change the past, even though I wish I could.”
“Really?” Felix stared at Thor intently and shoved his hand into the jacket of his suit, whipping out a small handgun and pointing it at Thor’s chest. He’d drawn his weapon so fast, his military background working in his favor, that the reaction around us was delayed.
I stiffened, my senses honing in on the threat, and gasps filled the close proximity of where we stood. The hairs on my arms stood, and I focused fully on Felix and the gun he had aimed at my man, assessing how quickly I could get it off him.
Thor didn’t seem entirely surprised, his back turning rigid as he stood at his full height.
“Oh my God, Felix!” Dana’s voice ripped through the air and gained more attention. “What are you doing?”
“Is that what this has come to?” Thor asked quietly, as though he wasn’t trying to gain any more attention. It was too late. Eyes were on us and the graveyard was filled with whispers. Some of the mourners had grabbed their kids and scurried toward their cars, away from the line of fire if this got out of hand.
“What the hell are you doing?” Colonel stalked closer to us, and Thor held up his hand to his father.
“This has nothing to do with you, Colonel.”
“Bullshit,” he growled out, waving his hand at Felix. His face flushed red in anger, his mean gaze on the man who threatened his son. “This is a funeral.A funeral. He’s got a gun, Tobias, and he’s got it aimed at you. This has everything to do with me.”
Jeanie was right behind Colonel, her hands on his back and desperation written across her face as she peered over her husband’s shoulder at Felix. “Please put the gun down. We can talk about this.”
“There’s nothing to talk about,” Felix snapped, glaring at Thor. His grip on the gun tightened. “He should have stayed away.”
Fury coiled inside the pit of my stomach and my fingers twitched, wishing I had my gun. It would have been easier than the other kind of weapon I had in my jacket, but I had to bide my time. I stepped closer to Thor, but he shoved me with his elbow.
“You can be angry at me all you want, Felix. I killed your brother. I killed him.” There wasn’t an ounce of fear on Thor’s expression, almost like he was tempting the lunatic to do something crazy. This was the man I knew from Pleasant Beach, the one who met danger face to face with confidence. “So, shoot me. Make yourself feel better.”
“Felix, put the gun away,” Dana pleaded, tears streaking down her pretty rounded cheeks. She reached for him, but he shrugged her off. “Please. Don’t do this. Your children need their father.”
Felix’s jaw tightened and his finger hovered over the trigger. The chrome of the gun glinted under the sunlight. “You’re right, you did kill him. Maybe I should kill someone you love.” He slid the muzzle of the gun toward me.
“No!” Dana’s scream sliced through the air and she sobbed. “Stop it, Felix.”
I held back a snort. This wasn’t the first time I’d had a gun pointed at me, and it wouldn’t be the last. I lived for this fucking life. Puffing out my chest, I smirked at him, daring him to do it.
Thor reacted, though, jumping in front of me. He slammed his closed fist against his chest. “You want to kill someone, Felix? Shoot me. Loki has nothing to do with this. I was the one who was driving that car. Me. I’ll gladly take that bullet in the chest, but if youeverpoint that gun at Loki again, I’ll shove it so far up your ass, the bullet will shoot out of the back of your throat.”
I snorted then, because I couldn’t quite hold it back anymore, and reached into my jacket. Yanking out the grenade, I bounced it in my hand. Felix’s eyes widened, and Thor’s attention snapped to me, as did that of everyone in the graveyard.
“I’ll take your gun and raise you a grenade.” I winked at Felix. “What do you say? Let’s make it fair.”
Thor threw his head back and stared up at the sky, taking a deep breath. He shot me a glare. “You brought a fucking grenade to a funeral?”
I shrugged with a grin and bounced the shell in my hand again. “You said no guns. You didnotsay no explosives.”
“Jesus Christ, babe.” He shook his head and sent his parents an apologetic smile.
Jeanie’s wide eyes tracked the grenade in my hand, while Colonel frowned at me. The crowd had dispersed at a larger distance, and some of the mourners were on their phones, probably calling the cops. Morgan and his aunt were near their car, and I didn’t miss the amused grin he was giving me. I liked him. He was my favorite person out of Thor’s friends.
Thor held out his hand. “Give it to me.”
I held it against my chest. “It’s mine.” Pointing a finger at Felix, I said, “Put down the fucking gun or I’ll blow us all up, dude. Your choice. I’m a biker, I live for this shit.”
Thor groaned and ran a palm over his face, but Felix wasn’t done. He switched the gun between me and Thor with uncertainty, his jaw clenched. The fight he was having with himself was all we needed.
Thor unbuttoned his suit jacket and yanked his Smith & Wesson out from deep inside it, pointing the muzzle at Felix. “Gun. Down.”
I huffed at him. “I’m not allowed a gun, but you are? Where the fuck were you hiding that? I didn’t feel it on you.”
Thor’s smirk was downright sexy, the bastard. “You don’t need to know my secrets.”
