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How far are you taking this? a voice whispered in the chaos. You going to kill him? Like father like son…
Then Chance hauled Frankie away. River tried to do the same with me, but I jerked free and gave him a rough shove.
“Fuck this guy,” Frankie screamed, wrestling out of Chance’s grasp, his nose leaking red again. “You are so dead.” He grabbed the broken beer bottle off the coffee table and leveled it at me. “I’m going to kill you, motherfucker!”
Frankie took a tentative swipe at me and the crowd gasped. Pain flared at the top of my left forearm, igniting the fire burning through my veins for a second time.
I glanced down at my skin that was split and bleeding, then back to Frankie. “That was a mistake.”
His eyes widened and he took a step back at the deadly calm in my voice, the bottle trembling in his hand.
Don’t be like him…my mother pleaded from somewhere far away. But she was dead. Dead because I’d done nothing.
No more doing nothing…
My fists were coiled and ready but suddenly Holden was there between us. He wore a long coat and an expensive-looking shirt that he ripped open, sending buttons flying. His eyes were wide and crazy as he bared the left side of his chest to Frankie.
“Right here,” he hissed and tapped his heart. “Put it right here. Go on. Do it. Do it.”
I stared at this guy who could not look more different than me but mirrored my chaos. Like watching an out-of-body experience. For a split second, I thought Frankie would take Holden up on the offer.
No! Me. Not him.
I reached to pull Holden to safety, but Miller was faster. He stepped into our small circle of psychopaths and took Holden’s arm, talking soothingly.
“Hey, man. Come on. Hey…”
Holden jerked from Miller’s grasp, closed his coat, and put a cigarette in his mouth. He grinned. “Anyone got a light?”
“What the…?” Chance blinked stupidly, then his mouth twisted in rage. “Get out. You three. Get the fuck out of my house.”
Holden pretended to be offended. “Rude, right?”
A laugh burst out of Miller, and I suddenly felt crazily close to laughing too.
“Get out!” Chance roared.
Miller and Holden made a run for it, cackling like idiots. I moved more leisurely, grabbing my jacket and giving Frankie a warning stare that promised pain if he fucked with either one of them. On my way to the door, the yellow Taser caught my eye. Without breaking stride, I snatched it and tucked it in my jacket pocket.
“You’re dead, Wentz,” Frankie screamed after me. “You’re fucking dead!”
Outside, Miller and Holden were lying on their backs on the front lawn, laughing at the sky and getting acquainted.
“I don’t believe we’ve officially met. Holden Parish.”
“Miller Stratton.”
They shook hands and Holden tilted his chin up at me. “And who’s the Brute Squad?”
“Ronan Wentz,” Miller managed through his laughter.
Holden jerked his hand straight up. “A pleasure.”
?
?Crazy bastards,” I said, which only made them laugh harder. While they pulled their shit together, I kept an eye on the front door. A warm trickle of blood flowed down the back of my hand, and I wiped it on my jeans.
“How did you do that?” Holden was asking Miller.
