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“No thanks. And it’s not for me, it’s for my friend. She’spregnant.” She emphasizes the word pregnant, the attitude in her tone clear as day.
Someone in the back bends down to the cooler and grabs a water. He tosses is to me, and I unscrew the cap and take a sip.
“Thanks.” I say.
The man in front hasn’t seemed to take the hint of our disinterest, stepping forward and folding his arms over his head. “I haven’t seen you ladies ‘round here before. Where you from?”
My body tenses up. “Minnesota.”
He bobs his head. Uninterested. “How’d you get to learn about this place? Seems a little rough for two little ladies such as yourselves.”
“My boyfriend,Easton Malone, works with Aziel.” Rose stresses, because they really need toget the fucking hint. But they still don’t, instead they look like they don’t give a fuck who Easton is.
“Hmm.” He runs his fingers over his bearded chin and gives both Rose and I heated looks. “Well, since he’s not here right now, how about that drink?”
“I’mpregnant.” Fucking idiot.
He zeros in on my stomach, and disgustingly his eyes flare with interest. His eyes flick to my hand. “From the looks of it, you ain’t got no husband, sweetheart. In my mind, that’s fair play.”
“Let’s go, Cara.” Rose grabs onto my arm and pulls me away, and I jump out of my skin when I feel a big hand cup my ass.
I freeze, turning around and staring and the big greasy bastard in front of me. Raising my palm, I’m about to lay it across his cheek when I see a flash of metal on each side of him. The man’s eyes widen in horror for a second before squinting in pain.
I scream when Jackson comes into view, a knife in each of his hands as he has them plunged deep in each side of the man’s neck.
He opens his mouth, a trail of blood coated saliva spilling from the corner of his mouth. He tries to say something, sputtering blood across my face in the process. His teeth turn pink as his face turns pale.
Jackson pulls the knives out of the man’s neck, making blood spray out of the wound and making my stomach turn.
The man’s eyes close as he takes his last breath, and his knees give out as he falls to the ground in a pile of blood and limbs.
“Jackson!”
“What the fuck!”
“Shit!”
Voices echo around me, but they all blur together as my ears ring and my throat bubbles with acid. I bend over, spewing the burger and water all over the grass in front of me.
“Oh, no! Cara!” I hear Rose’s voice and her small hand pull my hair away from my face. I breathe heavily through my nose as I stand up. The bright sun makes me dizzy and I try to squint my eyes to stop the lightheadedness. The scent of vomit and blood is in the air and I nearly gag through every breath.
“Are you all right?” Rose asks, her worried face coming into focus.
“I think so.” I wipe my mouth and when I pull my hand away, I see streaks of blood on it. I gag again, my eyes watering through the retching.
“Oh, honey. I think it’s time we leave.”
I nod my head, holding in the cries that want to burst free. The whooshing in my ears sounds like a drum. My body is going haywire right now.
When I look up, I see Easton and Aziel yelling at Jackson, but I can’t hear a thing. I run a hand down my face and try to focus on what they’re saying.
“Charlie! Clean this shit up!” Aziel shouts at someone. The kid from the front gate comes into view and starts speaking too quietly for me to hear.
“You’re lucky this wasn’t a member.” Aziel shakes his head. “You guys need to head out. Don’t want any more blood spilt tonight. We’ll talk soon about that other shit.” Aziel looks pissed but gives them each a bro-shake.
Then Jackson turns towards me. His eyes are alit with a fire that can’t be snuffed out. He rages and the blood on his neck and clothes look absolutely sinful.
He walks away from Easton, coming up to me and leaning down to whisper in my ear. “I told you it was his funeral.” He leans back to stare into my eyes, a mean snarl on his face. “This blood is on your hands.”
