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“Stay the fuck back!” he screams. “If you come any closer, I swear to god, I’ll kill him. I’ll blow his brains out right here and now.”
My muscles tense, and I stop in my tracks.
Everything in me is screaming for me to rush in and attack this motherfucker. It’s possible that I could get to him before he had a chance to shoot Priest, and I want to. I want to murder him. I want to kill him with my bare hands and watch the life drain from his eyes for even fucking daring to put his hands on one of us.
I’ve never been the type to hold back. When we were going after that drug runner, I ran right in, rushing him even though he had a gun and was shooting at me. I didn’t give a shit about anything but getting the job done.
But this is different.
I don’t mind putting myself in danger. Hell, I even get off on the thrill of it sometimes. Escaping something that could have killed someone else, someone with less balls, is a head rush like no other. But this goddamn asshole has my cousin. He’s got Priest, and I can’t risk anything happening to him.
I don’t know for sure if I could get him before he pulls that trigger, and it’s too big a risk to take.
So I hold off. It fucking kills me, but I stay in place, gritting my teeth, feeling the rage snapping under my skin.
All the others hold off too, and I can feel their tension as we watch Julian, waiting for his next move.
He keeps the gun in place, breathing hard, his eyes wild as they dart around. He starts dragging Priest away, and I have to clench my hands into fists so hard that my nails bite into my palms, just to keep myself from following them.
I can hear my heartbeat pounding in my ears, and it almost drowns out that voice in my head that’s screaming at me to not let this fucker run away with Priest.
But there’s nothing I can do.
“Where’s your car?” Julian demands.
“Up the hill,” Gage says. He sounds so fucking pissed, but still calmer than I feel.
“Are the keys in it?”
Gage glances over at us, and Julian snarls a curse.
“Answer my fucking question!” he screams. “I want the keys to your goddamn car, since you ruined both of mine.”
Seems like a long ass time ago that we were laughing about keying the fuck out of Julian’s shiny red car.
Now we’re standing here in the dark, trying to hold this shit together.
Julian doesn’t let up, and Gage nods at me in a silent command.
I don’t even grumble or argue. There’s no point in making this shit worse, and as reckless as I can be, I’m not gonna risk getting Priest murdered. I pull the car key from my pocket and toss it to Julian. He snatches it up and tightens his grip on Priest again, dragging him up the hill.
None of us dare move while we watch, helpless and furious.
If we rush him, he could still kill Priest. It’s not safe. But every step he takes drags my cousin farther away.
Julian pops the trunk and shoves at Priest’s back, the gun still trained on him. “Get in the fucking car. Now!”
He practically shoves Priest inside, then slams the trunk closed, swinging his gun around to aim it in our direction as he makes his way to the driver’s side door. He slides inside, and my feet are already moving, my instincts overriding everything else now that Priest no longer has a gun to his temple.
I sprint forward as the engine revs to life, but I’m not fast enough.
Julian peels out, sending up a cloud of dust and gravel as he speeds off down the dark road with Priest locked up in his trunk.
