Page 171 of Heartless Sinner

Without thinking, I threw open the door and ran toward them, waving my arms. I was closer to the man than Brooks or Philip.

“Brooks!” I screamed. “Watch out!”

The man stopped and aimed the gun in my direction.

Forty

Brooks

Iturned at the sound of my name just in time to find the man pointing his gun at Daphne.

I didn’t hesitate before pulling the trigger. He jerked backward, dropped the gun, and crumpled to the ground like the trash he was.

I’d aimed for his knee, hoping to keep him alive to question him. Daphne dashed straight to me as I walked toward the man. She nearly plastered her shaking body to mine.

I should’ve told her to get back in the car so she wouldn’t be a witness, but I didn’t.

At least the idiots had chosen an isolated road to pull their bullshit stunt. Their only intelligent decision of the night.

I wasn’t sure if Daphne or I was the target.

Not a car was in sight, and I hoped it’d stay that way.

The man writhed in agony, holding his knee to his chest.

I crouched beside him and shoved the barrel of my Glock over his blue jeans and between his legs. “Who sent you?”

“Fuck you!” he spat, trying to shove the gun away from his junk.

I reared back and drove the brass knuckles into his face.

His pathetic and now-dead buddy hadn’t answered the question either. He was now bleeding out.

The man still didn’t talk, so I plunged my finger into his gunshot wound.

He cried out in pain but still didn’t give me the answers I wanted. Blood soaked the shoulder of his shirt from Philip’s earlier shot. Philip must’ve been aiming for his head and missed.

Rare for him.

I punched the guy again, chipping one of his teeth in half. I used the butt of my gun to bust more of them out. Blood and fragments of enamel spilled from his mouth.

Daphne gasped behind me, but I didn’t stop.

I needed answers from this man. If I didn’t get them, then he’d die.

He’d actually die either way, honestly.

“You’ll never know,” the man taunted me, practically singing those words. He spat out a molar at my feet.

I didn’t like how long this was taking or how exposed we were on the road. I aimed between his legs and pulled the trigger.

He screamed. I fired again.

The idiot kept laughing, frustrating me further, so I shoved the barrel into his mouth and blew his fucking head off. The teeth he hadn’t lost earlier scattered across the pavement.

Two teeth landed on my shoe.

Fucking disgusting.