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“I’ll keep searching, too. Puma wants you to stop by his office before you take off.”
I nod, getting up and making my way to Puma’s office, knocking and waiting for him to respond before opening the door. Inside, I find Puma isn’t alone. Max, Chill, and Wildcard are already inside. All of them are sitting around the conference table.
“Take a seat,” Puma says, pointing toward an empty seat next to Max. “I figure you should hear what Max has to say.”
“Before I start, I just want everyone to know that I never intended to hurt Viper. I came here hoping to protect her,” he addresses his comment to Chill. Her response is a glare that I’m glad she isn’t directing at me.
“Mom took off with Viper when we were eight. I was angry and hurt that she didn’t take me with them. Wayne told me she never wanted a son, only a daughter, and that we were better offwithout them. He wasn’t an asshole to me. He expected me to grow up to be a man, so as long as I had manly hobbies, he left me alone. It’s how I started fixing shit.”
Max pauses for several minutes, taking a few breaths before continuing.
“I didn’t think about Ashley much over the years until I heard Wayne talking to someone about her. Some asshole came by our place asking about her. Turns out Wayne sold her to the asshole just before the asshole went to jail. Once he got out, he wanted her. Wayne told him she and our mother ran off. He gave Wayne a week to bring her back.”
“Any idea who he was?” I ask.
Max shakes his head. “He only called him Mitch.”
“Did Wayne know you overheard them?” Chill asks.
“No. I stayed out of sight. Once the asshole left, Wayne packed us up and moved us from Reno to Henderson. I waited until Wayne got drunk one night and coaxed the story out of him. He had gambling debts. This guy offered him the money for Ashley. Fucker. Mom overheard the exchange, and that’s why she took Ashley and disappeared. Wayne searched for them. He’d be gone for days and come back pissed off. Then one day, he came back beaten to shit.”
“He found Ashley and your mom,” Chill says.
Max nods before turning to face me. “Whatever Ashley did to my father, he deserved it.”
CHAPTER FIVE: VIPER
Rather than respond to their comment, I simply stare at them. I haven’t mastered the resting bitch face Chill excels at, but I’ve been told I look like an ice queen. Seeing the three punks shuffling their feet instead of moving closer tells me my reaction isn’t what they expected. I imagine they thought I’d show fear. There will be fear, but it won’t be coming from me.
“What’s the matter, bitch? Cat got your tongue?” Punk One asks, elbowing Punk Two in the ribs.
When I say nothing, they get cocky.
“Looks like we scared her stupid,” Punk Three says.
“Or maybe you don’t speak English?” Punk One asks.
“Maybe she’s just in awe of us,” Punk Two adds.
This gets a snort out of me. Instead of responding, I rise to my full height of six feet, which puts me at least three inches taller than the tallest of them. I smirk when their eyes widen.
“I’m not interested in little boys,” I tell them. “So, unless you want to find yourself buried out in the middle of nowhere, I suggest you get moving.”
“Fucking bitch, someone needs to teach you how to treat your betters,” Punk One snarls.
“Yeah, we’ll show you how real men treat whores. You’ve got three holes. We’ll fuck each one until you beg for mercy,” Punk Two chimes in.
“You think you can take all three of us, bitch?” Punk Three adds.
I laugh, which has them scowling. “Child’s play.”
They at least have the intelligence to split up and come at me from different angles. However, they don’t take into consideration the length of my legs. Or that I know how to fight. Having spent close to four years as a showgirl, I can honestly say my legs are my strongest weapon. I have a killer high kick, which I aim right between the legs of Punk One. He drops with a high-pitched scream.
Punk Two stumbles back while Punk Three lunges at me. He’s too close for me to kick, so I jam the heel of my palm into his nose. Satisfied when I hear the crunch. Punk Two finally finds his balls and dives at me, but I move with him and toss him to the ground. The other two are still nursing their wounded appendages, so it leaves me circling Punk Two. I still have my gun, but it’s a matter of pride that I take these dickless wonders out with just my hands.
“What’s the matter, little boy? Afraid to take on a girl?” I taunt him, grinning when he snarls at me. “I was getting bored. Nice of you little pricks to provide some entertainment. Now, are we going to dance, or are you going to come at me? Show me what a man you are?” I’m chuckling, which riles him up. They’re making it too easy for me. “Shit, I thought the three of you would be a challenge. I haven’t even broken a sweat.”
“You fucking cunt,” he snarls as he whips out a knife. Shit, what a pussy, bringing a knife to a gunfight. However, instead of pulling out my gun, I want to take him down with only my hands. Then I’ll shoot him.
