Page 50 of Heart of Sin
My brain’s gone blank. The mix of anger and panic have left me. Pebbles dig into my knees and the wind blows dust into my eyes, but I can’t feel a thing. I’m numb.
D’s about to put who knows how many bullets in me…
The sound of more rocks and pebbles being crushed fills the air. We both look up to the sight of an unmarked black SUV approaching fast. It crosses the desert terrain and heads straight for us.
D forgets about digging the barrel of his NAME OF GUN into my side and turns to aim at the SUV.
“Who the fuck is this?” he growls, pulling the trigger. His bullet lands on the right headlight of the vehicle and cracks the glass.
The SUV doesn’t slow down. It barrels toward us ’til D has no choice but to fire another shot. The windshield cracks, but whoever’s behind the wheel isn’t fazed—it seems it’s made of bulletproof glass. In a panic, D shoves me down in his own attempt to flee, diving out of the way.
I land on my side with a groan. My shoulder connects with a sharp rock and sends a current of pain jolting through me.
But even as I’m lying on the ground injured, I don’t miss the SUV slamming on its brakes. The driver’s door pops open, and my heart skips a beat in immediate relief.
Out jumps Louis, armed and furious.
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“Who the fuck are you?”The bastard holding Tasha hostage stumbles to his feet. His gun nearly slips through his fingers only for him to keep hold of it at the last second. He was so busy leaping out of the way as I sped toward him, he just threw himself to the ground like a fucking coward.
And knocked Tasha over in the process.
He’s eyeballing me like I’m a storm cloud that’s pissed on him instead of rained. Teeth clenched and brows slashed into angry lines, he points his gun at me.
I’m unfazed.
“Never mind who I am,” I answer. “You need to be worried about who you are—because I’ve got a real problem with the shit you’ve pulled.”
He lets out a fake laugh and it’s the first time I notice he’s bleeding. He must’ve cut his lip diving out the way.
“So it’s true. I should’ve got rid of your ass a long time ago, T.”
Ignoring him, I hold out a hand to Tasha and help her up. “Get in my SUV.”
“HELL NAH!” he roars, curling his finger on the trigger. “T’s not going anywhere! She’s mine! Get the fuck over here, T.”
I’ve already put myself between them. Still unfazed, at least on the outside.
On the inside, I’m fucking fuming.
Thiscazzoreally thinks he’s going to dominate the situation. He doesn’t realize who he’s dealing with. I do this shit for a living. Give me a half hour, an hour tops, and I’ll have handled him.
He’s a big boy—but so am I. He’s got some size on me, a couple inches and some weight. More fat than muscle. One look at him, and I can tell he’s the type of guy who banks on intimidating people with his size alone. Not necessarily because he’s the best fighter.
When you’re as big as a tank like he is, you don’t need to be.
But his good luck has run out today. Today, he’s not going to be able to use his size to intimidate.
“Put your gun away,” I order simply. He sees my shoulder holster and the guns I’m packing. GUN NAME HERE and GUN NAME HERE. A couple clips for each. Significantly more than what he has.
“I ain’t putting shit away. If you won’t move aside, prepare for me to empty a clip in your ass.”
“You’re a sassy one. But that wouldn’t be smart of you. Put your gun away and we’ll handle this like we’re supposed to. Man to man.”