Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 75348 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75348 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
I hadn't really ever gotten to see Fallon in action before. And I found myself transfixed as I watched him pull a knife out of his pocket as he grabbed Tank's arm with the gun, slamming it back against the bar itself, then plunging the knife into his hand, pinning it to the bar as Tank screamed.
Only then did Fallon pull out his gun, press it to Tank's forehead, and pull the trigger.
That was my man, I realized with a surging sensation in my stomach, in my chest.
That was my man.
Taking out vigilante justice on a man who'd threatened to rape me.
I wanted to rush over to him and fuck him right in the middle of all the chaos around us.
The shots, the screams, the curses, the pleads for mercy.
But there was no mercy to be found.
The Henchmen were swift and trained and focused.
Cary shot one man out of the way as Dezi grabbed another by the back of his cut, slamming him so hard against the wall that he slumped down to the ground, unconscious.
"Oh, come on. Wake up, you pussy. I wanted to play," Dezi jeered, nudging his foot into the man's stomach until he got a groan, then consciousness, before sticking his gun in the man's mouth, and pulling the trigger.
"Fallon!" I yelled, pointing toward Chewy about to disappear into the kitchen. "Side door," I added.
I was too far away.
As it would turn out, so was Fallon.
But who wasn't?
Slash's man Crow.
He launched himself at the man nearly twice his weight, catching him off-guard enough to send him flying backward.
Crow went down with him.
Then pressed up.
And plunged a knife right into Chewy's windpipe.
I had no idea what else went on around me in the next moment. Because I couldn't look away from Crow as he yanked the knife back out, only to stab it into one of Chewy's eyes, then the other. All the while wearing an unsettling grin.
"He went to juvie for stabbing a bully in the eye with a pencil in the middle of class," Slash said, appearing at my side. "That's how we met," he added.
And then, seemingly just as quickly as it had started, it was all over.
There were no more cries, no more curses, no more gunshots.
Just the sound of labored breathing for a long second before Fallon called out.
"Any of us down?"
"Over here," Cary called, looking up from where he was holding a bloody rag to Dezi's side.
"Shit," I hissed, rushing forward, my heart clutching in my chest.
I barely knew the guy, but there was just something about him. I liked him. I couldn't stomach something happening to him.
"Take him," Fallon demanded, looking at Cary, his father, and Niro. "I will be at the hospital in just a bit, man," Fallon said, tone attempting to be reassuring, but it was tight. "Anyone you want me to call?"
"I mean, if you can track down that divorcée..." Dezi said with a smile. "On second thought, no. Then I couldn't chat up all the pretty nurses," he said before the men carried him away.
"That didn't look good," I said, voice small.
"He's tough. And we're close to the hospital." He was still in reassuring mode, even if I could hear the tension in his voice. "Anyone else hurt?" he asked, voice rising.
"Just grazes," Slash said, voice calm, collected, giving Fallon the reassurance that he needed. "What now?" he pressed, ready to jump into action.
"I'm going to call up my guys," I said, getting a nod from Fallon before yelling down the steps. "It's not pretty up here," I warned them. Bodies were littered all around, blood and brain matter splattered on the walls.
"Good," Dutch said, moving out first. "I wish I could revive them just to take one or two of them out myself."
"Yo, the cops aren't coming," Finn, Fallon's brother, said, coming in from the back lot. "Brooks said it was all quiet over there. Nothing on the scanners either."
That was one perk to setting up in the shady area of town, one used to gang violence in the past. They didn't call the cops. They minded their business.
It worked in our favor in situations like this.
"We can handle this," Dutch said, waving a hand around. "You need to be there for your man."
"Yeah, go," I said, reaching out to give Fallon's arm a squeeze. "You know I know how to handle getting rid of bodies," I added.
"I don't want to leave you here," he told me, turning away from my guys as he did so, keeping his voice low so they didn't hear.
"I promise I'm safe. Go be there for Dezi. By the time you're sure he's okay, we should have a lot of this done."
"I'm not comfortable with it," he insisted.
"Well, that's just too damn bad," I said, brow raising. "What's the worst that's gonna happen? I throw out my back trying to haul around Chewy's corpse?"