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“What’s going on?” I hiss. Neither answer as Beast continues to try and talk Jeb down.
“When Pen called to say she was in trouble. I came,” Beast lies, because it wasn’t me who called him but Dax. “We protect our assets unlike some dumbasses around here.”
“That girl is fucking poison. I should’ve put a bullet in her head a long fucking time ago,” Jeb counters furiously. “First Malik Brov gets his brains blown out coming after her, then Dante’s crew make a move on my fucking patch because of her brother’s orders, not to mention the fucking issue with my shipment of fucking drugs! You all have something to do with this. I fucking know it!”
“For fuck’s sake, man. Stop making up movies in your head,” Beast says, his agitation growing alongside the tension that’s stretched as thin as my courage.
“Beast’s right, Jeb. We’re not your enemy,” Xeno says, holding his nerve.
“Did David promise that bitch, is that it?” Jeb continues ignoring them both. “Take me out, and you get to fuck that cheap arse pussy for the rest of your days?” He laughs hysterically, unaware that Zayn is slowly lowering his knife that he’d hidden up his hoodie sleeve. “You should know by now that David’sobsessedwith the whore. He’ll never let you have her, no matter what he’s promised. This is his way of saying as much. Now she’s going to fucking pay for his bullshit.”
“David’s a fucking psycho, sure, but you’ve known that all along. As far as Pen is concerned, like you said, she’s just a piece of pussy we occasionally fuck around with, likeyouwanted us to, remember?” Xeno says, disdain in his voice that’s so convincing I almost believe him.
“Yeah, is that so? So why the fuck are you all surrounding her like she’s your goddamn queen, huh? If she’s just a pussy to play with, then hand her the fuck over and let me send a message to her cunt of a brother. Maybe then I’ll be convinced you’re not all in on this!”
“Because, dipshit, she belongs to Grim whoyoumade a deal with. You kill Pen, and all fucking bets are off. Believe me when I say that I will have no fucking issue ending this charade right here, right fucking now. Yet again, your boys are stepping in and saving your motherfucking arse. So do the right thing, put your limp dick away, back the fuck up, and I’ll forget your threats against my woman.”
I cringe knowing that Beast has just lit the match paper beneath Jeb’s ire. There’s no way he’ll back down now and given the secret message Beast just gave York and Dax, I’d put money on the fact he’s counting on it.
“What the fuck did you just say to me?” Jeb counters, spittle flying out of his mouth as he rages.
“He said back the fuck up, Jeb. It’s over,” Zayn interjects, his voice low, menacing in a way I’ve never heard before. It runs through me like a ghost through a graveyard.
“It’s over? What the fuck is that supposed to—”
I’m not sure what my brain registers first, the whoosh of a knife as it slices through the air or the sound of a gunshot cracking like thunder overhead. Chaos ensues and just like earlier I capture the violence, adding it to the ever-growing photo book of memories in my head.
Blink.Beast is thrown back violently as a bullet enters his shoulder.
Blink.Zayn’s knife pierces Jeb’s chest, buried up to the hilt from the force. He falls to the ground.
Blink.York throws himself on top of me. My cheek pressed into the concrete.
Blink. Xeno dives for Beast’s discarded gun.
Blink.Two members of the Skins drop. Blood, tissue and brain matter exploding from their heads.
Blink. Dax picks up his gun and fires more shots. He takes out three more men.
Blink. The rest of the Skins scatter.
Blink. More gunshots.Blink.More deaths.Blink.More blood.
Blink. Blink. Blink. Blink.
Then screams. Sirens. Flashing lights.
“Get Tiny and Beast the fuck out of here!” A voice shouts. Xeno’s, I think.
I’m lifted off the ground and hauled into the backseat of the Bentley by York who fixes the seatbelt around me then slams the door shut. Beast climbs into the car from the other side. His face pale, his hand pressed against the bullet wound in his shoulder.
“I’ll be good. Nothing that can’t be sewn up,” he states with a tight smile before resting his head back, all the colour draining from his face.
I don’t answer. I can’t. I’m not even sure I can move.
Dax gets into the driver’s seat and starts the car. “What about the others?” I manage to blurt out. My gaze focuses on Xeno, York and Zayn as we pull away from the curb.
“They need to stay. They’ll be questions,” Dax explains.
“They’ll go to prison.” My voice rises in panic.
“No. No they won’t, but Beast will if he stays. We’re keeping you both out of this.”
Questions burn my tongue, but words don’t form. All I can do is twist in my seat and stare out at three pieces of my heart standing amongst the carnage, the ground littered with bodies around them.
Blink.
