Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 73311 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73311 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
He fell, the bullet hit her and she went down.
Right into the path of the car that floored it to get out of the parking lot.
My gun was in my hand before I’d even consciously been aware of pulling it.
Aimed at the man driving, I took two shots. Straight through the back window.
The car swerved toward the bushes, and my heart started to hammer.
Then, like a fucking divine miracle, the car swerved the opposite way, narrowly missing Imogen’s legs as she lay lifeless on the concrete.
“Don’t move!” I bellowed.
Every single man—ten in total—froze at the sound of my voice.
I unhooked Tank’s collar, who’d been surprisingly docile until then, and he sat, quivering in anticipation at my side.
“Any one of you moves, he’s going to be let loose,” I growled.
The man closest to me started to reach for something, but Tank was there before he could get his hand into his pants pocket.
Tank’s teeth latched onto the man’s arm and clamped down. A distinct pop and crack sounded, and the man started to scream.
“I told you not to move,” I growled, then I called for backup.
Although it killed me to not check on Imogen, I kept my eyes on the men.
“Roll to your bellies and put your hands behind your heads.”
That’s when Stephanie finally came back online.
When she started to move toward me and bark orders, I said one word, and one word only.
“No.”
She hissed in a breath.
“I…”
“No!” I growled.
She didn’t say anything again.
Instead, she walked over to Imogen and felt for a pulse.
Satisfied by whatever she felt, she moved to the bushes and checked on Davis who I knew was okay, albeit shaken up.
“Tank,” I whispered.
Tank backed up until he was sitting back at my side.
“Hands, boy,” I growled to the fool who thought I was bluffing about moving. “Put them above your head and roll over onto your stomach.”
“I can’t,” he cried. “My wrist is broken!”
I didn’t care, and told him as much.
“I don’t care if you’re currently bleeding out your goddamned eyes. Put your fuckin’ hands above your motherfuckin’ head.”
“Language.”
That was said not by Stephanie, but by Imogen.
I chanced a quick look in her direction to find her on her knees, her hand covering her arm with the opposite hand.
She was also trying not to laugh.
I wish I had that same problem.
I was trying not to shoot every one of these motherfuckers—which completely went against my paramedic-to-the-bone grain. I was supposed to save lives, not take them.
But something happened to me the moment my wife almost killed me.
Something that I still wasn’t quite sure about.
I had a dark side. A side that screamed to come out and play.
A side that would gleefully light every one of these motherfuckers up like a match and watch them burn to the ground.
“Everyone okay?” I barked at Stephanie.
“As good as they’re gonna get without medical help,” she answered shakily. “I have flex cuffs in the car.”
“Get them,” I ordered.
She got them, and was back at my side thirty seconds later.
“Start tying each one of their hands up,” I ordered. “Watch their moves. I can see at least eight of the ten have weapons on them.”
I could feel Imogen’s eyes on me the entire time we were securing them, and I nearly smiled when she sighed at watching me work.
The moment back up arrived, as well as the ambulance, I was ready to jump out of my skin.
Tank was sitting happily at my side, tongue lolling, as the last person was cuffed, searched, and moved to sit against the apartment complex’s wall where he would wait for transport directly to jail.
No passing go and collecting two hundred dollars for these motherfuckers.
Chapter 16
Do your boobs hang low? Can they touch your camel toe?
-T-shirt
Aaron
“Sometimes, when I’m going to the bathroom, I use my penis to tap things on my phone screen.”
Nothing but silence followed Truth’s statement.
“There are things we need to know, and there are things we don’t need to know,” I finally settled on. “This is one of those things that we don’t need to know.”
Imogen, who was high on the good pain meds, started to giggle at my side.
I turned and pulled her into the curve of my arm, and rested my cheek against the top of her head.
It was a half a day later, twelve hours and two minutes to be exact, since I’d seen her get shot right in front of me.
She was okay, despite being shot in the arm, as was Davis who’d only suffered minor abrasions due to falling in the bushes.
Although, he did have to get stitches in his forehead due to playing on the playground and falling, busting his head open on the slide he’d been standing next to when he fell.
All the men were now wards of the county, including the driver who I’d shot in the shoulder.