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"Tell your boss what I said," Coco said between sharp breaths.
“I’ll tell him you had some big talk for a man who just got his ass beat,” I hissed.
I watched as he finally managed to gather himself and started to run. I knew I needed to go after him, make sure he didn’t take the news back to his boss…but I just needed a second.
One second to let my dick recover.
Asshole.
"Skylar, you okay?" Zane's voice came through in my ear loud and clear.
I didn't even have time to answer him before I noticed him running toward me from the parking lot.
"Yeah," I grunted, trying to catch my breath. "You didn't have to come here. I had this under control."
"Yeah, it looks well under control," Zane said. "You look like you're about to throw up."
"I'm not seriously injured. He just...went for a cheap shot," I said.
"You don't know if you're seriously injured," Zane replied.
Despite the pain in my stomach, I managed to smile. "You want to see?" I said. "I'm happy to show you."
Zane rolled his eyes. "I'll help you ice your testicles later," he said. "Which way did he go?"
I gestured toward where Coco had disappeared, and Zane nodded, sprinting after him. There was no way I could keep up without doubling over in pain. Zane was fast, skilled at tracking people, and never slowed down even in a chase. I heard the sound of grunting, and then dragging. I was in pain, but I had recovered a little, and I wanted to go help Zane. I grabbed the gun and limped towards the commotion, my hand shaking slightly as adrenaline started to pump through my veins. I could hear Zane and Coco struggling, the sounds of punches landing and grunts of pain. My heart raced, and I sucked in a deep breath, trying to ignore the pain in my gut. I knew that I couldn't let Zane get hurt. The very idea of it sent chills down my spine.
I limped towards the commotion, my hand shaking slightly as adrenaline started to pump through my veins.
I clutched the gun tightly, my body trembling with the pain and adrenaline. I took a deep breath and started to limp towards the sounds of struggling. As I got closer, I could see Coco grappling with Zane, attempting to break free from his grip. I didn't hesitate. I took aim, counting down in my head before I took the shot.
I had worked hard on thinking before shooting. It was something Zane expected of me. Something Justice expected of me.
But when I saw Constantine Brusco ready to kill Zane, I knew there was no thinking.
Only action.
I pulled the trigger and it pierced Coco's shoulder, making him let go of Zane.
"Fucking asshole," Coco roared, the anger in his voice clear as he clutched his shoulder, blood flowing from the wound. His eyes were filled with a mix of pain and fury, but he didn't make any move towards me.
Zane stumbled to his feet, panting heavily, his eyes wild.
I pointed the gun at Coco.
"Don't kill him," he said.
"Excuse me, what?" I replied, my finger itching on the trigger.
"Don't," Zane said. "You'll start a war."
Confusion momentarily clouded my thoughts. If we weren’t going to kill him, why had Zane even chased after Coco in the first place? The answer hit me quickly, though; we needed to send a clear message to the De Luca family that even if they came after us, they weren’t going to find us easy prey.
“Are you sure?” I ask. “I think it would be so satisfying.”
“Skylar,” Zane said softly.
He was right, of course, but it didn't make it any easier. Ceding the opportunity for immediate vengeance was a bitter pill to swallow. The tension in my shoulders eased slightly as I lowered my arm slowly, the gun tucked back into my waistband.
