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“Fucking hell!” Red Eyes said with a laugh. He swiveled his head to face his goons. “I don’t think the cat likes me much!”
“Has some good meat on it,” one of the others mumbled, and I felt my body go cold.
I was the type of girl that, in movies, if the main character was to get killed off, I wouldn’t shed a tear. The second an animal died? You better grab a fucking boat because the waterworks would create a literal ocean.
How dare this bastard threaten my cat, a sweet, defenseless creature?
My intention to kill, or at the very least maim, must’ve been written all over my face, for Tam grabbed my shoulder and pulled me back behind the van. He shook his head viciously.
“No,” he mouthed.
I could feel hysteria rising through me. Mof was my pet, my responsibility, and it was my job to look after him. I had failed my parents, I had failed my brother, but I would be damned before I let anything happen to my kitten.
I lunged forward, intending to take the bastards off guard, but Tam pulled me back. His hand wrapped over my mouth, and I debated whether or not I wanted to kick him in the nuts.
A nut kick to anybody - good guy or bad guy - was an effective means for you to get your way.
But I didn’t want to hurt Tam. No, the people I wanted to hurt were the bastards threatening my friends. I secretly hoped that Fallon had a plan - a plan that involved these dumbasses being neutered for messing with my family.
“We’re not eating the cat,” a new voice said, and I decided I hated him slightly less than the other ones. “Let’s just grab the bags and go.”
Yes. Go.
I closed my eyes, face wet with a single tear that cascaded down my cheek.
I hadn’t allowed myself to realize how scared I had been before that moment. I feared for the boys and Mof and myself. This world was evil, and, by default, the people were turning evil as well. When would it end?
I was so lost in my thoughts, so preoccupied by the people in front of me, that I didn’t hear the footsteps until the gun was pressed to the back of my head. From Tam’s startled expression, he too failed to realize that there was another asshole lurking around. His eyes met my wide ones, and in them I could see his desperation and panic. He immediately lunged for the man, but he had yet to fully recover from his earlier injury. After a quick hit to the head, he dropped like a bag of rocks.
“Well, what do we have here?” This voice was colder than the others, devoid of any feeling or compassion. I couldn’t pinpoint the accent, but it sounded as if he was from down south. Texas, perhaps?
“I found their bitch!” the boy said, roughly grabbing my arm and propelling me to my feet. My boys all turned to stare at me, panic similar to what I had seen on Tam’s face evident in their expressions.
“Don’t be so crude, Kyle,” one of the men said. He sounded wary.
The asshat holding me - Kyle, I presumed - gave my arm a shake.
“Have you seen her? She’s hot!”
Calax jumped to his feet, and five guns were suddenly trained on him.
“Don’t you fucking touch her,” he yelled, spit flying.
“Get your ass down,” Red Eyes sneered. He kicked the backs of Calax’s knees, and the big man crumbled with a few choice words.
I was frozen, incapable of speech beyond nonsensical muttering and squeals. Fear threatened to suffocate me. Darkness. Darkness descended over my vision, and it took me a moment before I realized that it was because I had closed my eyes.
I didn’t want to see Kyle’s hands under my armpits. I couldn’t see his expression through the mask, but I imagined it would be a leer. People like him were scum. They were worse than the dirt under my shoes, the fungus on the walls, the mold growing on old cheese. I had dealt with his type for far too long, and I wanted nothing more to escape.
Him, myself, and my life.
“She’s cute, isn’t she?” Kyle said. I felt his hands - his slimy, disgusting hands - curve around my stomach.
“Get your hands off of her.” I had heard Fallon mad before. I had even heard him cold before as if he was wearing a mask. Never, in the months I had known him, did I hear him sound so furious, so incensed. His breathing was heavy.
“Is she your girlfriend?” Kyle asked. “Or is she that big guy’s? Or does she just fuck all of you?”
“Shut the fuck up!” Ryder snapped, and Kyle let out a manic laugh as if his outburst only reinforced what he’d already suspected.
