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Dropping me to the floor unceremoniously, I rolled onto my back when cold water hit my face moments later. Coughing, I rolled to my side, pushing my hair out of my face. When I opened my eyes, I looked into dead eyes. Knowing who they belonged to, I muttered. “Oh, it’s you.”
“You are fucking stupid cunt,” he sneered, kicking me in my stomach, throwing me a few feet from where I laid on the floor. As I moaned, I rolled to my side, spitting blood on the floor. “That all you’ve got, fucknut?”
“I should have killed you when I had the chance.”
“Coulda’, shoulda’ but ya didn’t. Sucks to be you.”
Havoc grabbed a handful of my hair, pulling my face towards his before he hauled off and punched me in the face again.
“All you had to do was stay in California and keep the fuck quiet.”
“And let you milk me dry. Eat shit fucktard. You want money, go get a damn job!” I shouted right before he backhanded me.
“You are going to transfer your money into my account, or I am going to rip you apart like I did your old boss, Dog!”
Now that fucking pissed me off.
Angry, hurt and so fucking tired of this idiot’s bullshit, my anger pushed past the pain and rose to the surface. Men like him were a dime a dozen. Just because they had a swinging dick, they thought they had the upper hand. Had news for this little fucker. I had more fucking balls than him, and I was so damn tired of looking over my shoulder.
“You mean my dad.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?”
“Dog. The man you killed. My old boss. He was my father!” I roared, rushing to my feet, tackling him around the waist, taking him to the floor. Landing on top of him, I didn’t waste time, as I straddled the fucker and started punching him as if my life depended on it. When he pushed me off him, I scrambled to my feet.
Seeing a kitchen in my apartment, I ran to the counter and grabbed a knife from the butcher block. Flipping it in my hand, before catching it by the handle, I waved the fucker on with my other hand. Grinning smugly, I taunted. “Come on Havoc. Yeah, that’s right, you douche canoe. I know your real name. You want my money? Come and get it.”
Three things happened at once.
Havoc pulled a gun.
Someone kicked my apartment door open.
And the gun discharged.
As if in slow motion, I watched as the bullet left the chamber, heading right for me. I vaguely heard someone shout before several guns went off, but my attention was on the bullet heading for me. Knowing I was in trouble, my eyes connected with King’s before the force of the brass bullet threw me back against the brick wall of my apartment. Landing hard on the floor, I looked up as King was kneeling over me.
“Stay with me, Cupcake. Priest call 9-1-1!”
“Move, brother,” Pyro said adamantly as he placed dish towels against my stomach, pressing hard, causing me to moan. Looking at King, I whispered. “I tried to stop him.”
“You did so good baby. I’m so proud of you.”
“I’m so tired Callum.”
“I know, baby, but you can’t sleep right now. I need you to stay awake a little longer.”
“Jamie?”
“He’s safe baby. Mike has him and Beth. The ambulance is almost here. Stay with me, okay?”
“I like the apartment.”
King smirked. “Yeah, I was going to show you, but we got held up at my place. I did it for you. My way of saying sorry for being an ass.”
Coughing, I tasted metal in my mouth and groaned. “Yeah, you were an ass.”
“Ambulance just pulled up!” someone said.
