Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 117379 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 587(@200wpm)___ 470(@250wpm)___ 391(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 117379 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 587(@200wpm)___ 470(@250wpm)___ 391(@300wpm)
“So what did you want to tell me?” she asked. I took another hit, then let my arms rest on my knees.
“Well, the cops caught Toke,” I said. “You probably knew that.”
“Nope,” she muttered. “I’d guessed things were settling down, seeing as we’re not at war, but nobody confirmed it for me.”
“You sound a little tense. Sure you don’t want some?”
“No. I want to shoot you in the balls.”
“That’s the second time you’ve mentioned that,” I said slowly. “I’m startin’ to think it’s not a joke?”
She smiled at me. Not a nice smile.
“Nope. Not a joke. Like I said, I’ve been thinking about this all week. Just because I’m not screaming and yelling doesn’t mean I’ve forgiven you.”
I studied her face, trying to decide how to play this out. I took another long drag, enjoying the cloudy feeling in my head.
To this day, that’s the only explanation I’ve got for what I did next.
“Okay, let’s compromise,” I said, standing slowly. “No shooting, but you can kick me if it means you’ll forgive me? I get that it’s over between us, but I don’t want you hating me. It’s important.”
The whites of her eyes grew huge in the moonlight.
“Are you serious?” she asked, scrambling to her feet.
I shrugged.
“I know I’ve earned it,” I admitted. “Probably earned more. Just do it and get it over with. Before I change my mind.”
I took one last inhale and then tossed the joint into the dirt. I think some part of me didn’t actually believe she’d follow through … I mean, in a movie she’d be overcome by the gesture and fling herself into my arms.
But Em? Not so much.
She straight-up kicked me in the balls, her pink Converse hitting me hard. Damn fucking hard. Agony erupted in my crotch, and I fell to the ground, biting my lip to keep from whimpering like a baby. Christ, what a bitch. Then she made it worse, because she laughed at me.
“Wow, that felt really good.”
“Jesus, I can’t believe you did that,” I grunted, stars still exploding behind my eyes. It was all I could do to keep breathing. Couldn’t fucking believe she actually did it. And I let her. I should’ve just asked the nice asshole Reaper inside to shoot me and be done with it.
After a few minutes, I managed to pull myself up. Em was sitting against the wall, calmly smoking my joint, gun propped up on her knee. Would’ve been kind of sexy if I had even the slightest capacity for anything but excruciating pain in my groin.
On the bright side, I didn’t have to worry about an inconvenient hard-on for once.
“Oh, I’m thinking about doing something even more fun,” Em said sweetly. “It’s so sweet to see you rolling around in pain that I’m reconsidering shooting you.”
She lifted the pistol and pointed it straight at me.
Fuck. I had seriously misjudged this situation. She held my gaze for long seconds, taking another slow drag and blowing out a smoke ring. A fucking smoke ring. Somewhere in the back of my head, I heard the theme from The Good, the Bad and the Ugly playing.
Liam “Hunter” Blake was about to be shot dead by a cliche.
Then Em burst out laughing. “The look on your face right now is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my life. I’m never letting you scare me again.”
I sagged in relief as she let her weapon drop, then held the joint out to me. I sucked it down, hoping to kill some of my adrenaline.
“You’re a scary little bitch when you want to be,” I muttered. “Christ, Em. You need to stop playing with guns.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment,” she said. “So tell me whatever it was you came here to say.”
I shook my head slowly, trying to think. Kind of hard to focus between the pain, the adrenaline, and the weird, surreal sense of pride I felt in her.
She’d make an amazingly unholy old lady.
“Toke’s in protective custody in the Clackamas County Jail right now,” I said slowly. “Nobody’s talked to him. I guess if the Reapers made contact, they aren’t telling us. They have a lot more to lose than we do.”
“How about your friends?” she asked. “The ones he shot up?”
“All good. I mean, they definitely got hurt, and Clutch has some rehab ahead of him. Your guy did a number on him—”
“Not my guy,” she broke in. “He sliced me open, remember?”
Oh, I remembered. I’d never forget the sight of her half naked, her fantastic tits right in front of me just begging to be touched. My dick twitched and I shifted, trying to find a more comfortable position. That was good news … Glad to know all the plumbing still worked.
“So what happened between the clubs?” she asked. “Truce in effect again?”