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Things like this shouldn’t bring a smile to my face. I contemplate if my no-killing streak is worth losing because of him.
I hear the whizz of a bullet before I even register the sound of a gun erupting. The bullet goes right past my face, missing by only a few inches. My gun automatically turns, and Fin O’Conner is standing up in the rafters, staring me down.
“I can’t let you kill him,” he taunts.
The air in my lungs whooshes out. I haven’t seen him in six years. The last time I had to see his ugly mug was when I was shooting off his prom king crown. This was when he ditched me for no reason and never looked back. People assume I like guns and being a sniper because of my brother. They’re wrong. It’s because I wanted to kill the man with the handsome face in front of me.
Below us, guns erupt. Fin takes the distraction to run away from me like a scared little girl. I shoot at his back, hoping he’ll return fire.
He doesn’t.
He disappears from my view before I remember my task at hand—keeping my sister safe.
Present Day
“Yourfamilythinksyou’remissing.” Fin pulls out the seat beside me, looking forward.
The sudden sound of his voice has me turning to glare. “Well, I’m not missing. You can tell them I’m safe.” When he doesn’t turn to give me his attention, I look forward, feeling my anger rise. My fingers clutch my drink tightly as I raise it to my lips.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see him raise his finger to the bartender to catch his attention.
“Who has something on you?” I question. I haven’t seen or heard from Fin in years. Now I’ve seen him twice in three days. “Is my brother threatening to kill you?”
A conceited chuckle escapes his throat as the bartender walks up to us.
“He’ll get a vodka soda,” I order snidely, knowing he can’t drink it because of his allergy.
“I’ll take a water,” he corrects.
“Still scared of vodka and my brother—some things never change.” I cock my head to the side, waiting for his reaction.
He turns his entire body toward me. “I’m allergic to vodka, not scared of it.” His face is completely neutral and matter of fact.
“An Irishman who can’t drink,” I mutter, hoping to annoy him.
“Trust me, I can outdrink most people. And I’ve never feared your brother. Ask him yourself.” He hands me his phone. “Call him and mention my name. I bet it causes him to shudder.”
My eyes narrow. My brother fears nothing, especially Fin O’Conner. He must be trying to get on his good side if he’s here for my family.
“He bothering you, miss?” A seat beside me is pulled out, and a body takes up its vacancy.
Turning to the stranger, I give him a smile. “You want a twelve-hour expiration date?” I flirt, and I smile wider when I hear Fin growl behind me.
“Fuck off, man.” Fin stands, taking a step up behind me.
I used to like this about him when I was younger. Now, it’s boring and old.
“Don’t mind him. He’s sour that I never let him sample the goods before.” I place my hand on the stranger’s.
Fin pulls his gun, pressing it to the man’s forehead. This makes it interesting. I cock an eyebrow, waiting to see if this stranger will be worth my time. Sadly, he excuses himself and walks away.
“Don’t make this harder on yourself, Luna.” Fin takes a sip of his drink.
My finger circles the top of my glass. “Let’s make a wager,” I suggest.
“You can’t get rid of me.” He sits back down, looking calm.
“It was pretty easy in high school. People don’t change, Fin.”
