Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 87961 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87961 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
He touches my shoulder and I jump. “You did good, girl.” He flashes me a small smile.
I just killed somebody. I should feel something. I feel nothing.
Marney swerves, turning onto the dirt trail. Gunfire rings out just as I spot Caleb’s car halfway in the ditch. A black SUV sits in the middle of the road with both doors swung wide open, and I don’t see my brother or Tor anywhere. My pulse kicks into overdrive, my adrenaline ripping through my veins. I unfasten the seat belt, not allowing the car to come to a full stop before I jump out. All I can hear are the rapid-fire pops from a pistol. I check once more to see if I can locate Caleb and Tor, but I don’t have enough time. A bullet whizzes past and dings the hood of my car. I point the gun at the SUV and fire. The guy by the SUV turns, and before he has a chance to pull the trigger, I put a bullet right between his eyes. Gunshots come from behind Caleb’s car. A loud boom echoes from the trees as Marney shoots the other man in the SUV. “Fucker,” he says, making his way to the bodies, gun still raised.
I jog toward Caleb’s car, my blood pulsing through my veins. As soon as I round the trunk, I see Caleb slumped up against the car and Tor fumbling to reload a gun. There’s a guy lying on the ground, moaning and clutching his stomach.
My gaze darts to Tor. “Tor!” I shout.
She jumps, jerking the gun in front of her and aiming at me. The pistol shakes in her hands, and I’m afraid she may be so hyped up she’ll actually shoot me.
“Hey, put the gun down.”
Her eyes dart to the man on the ground, gun still aimed. I inhale, walk over to the guy, and aim at his face. “Fuck you,” I mutter, and pull the trigger three times, each times his body jerks.
I glance back at Tor and her face crumples as she points at Caleb. “They shot him.”
I look down at him. He’s clutching his arm, and his sleeve is soaked in blood. “You okay?”
He glares at me. “Yeah, fucking fantastic.” He moves and cringes from the pain. “I couldn’t fucking hold the gun after they hit me. It’s not bad. Just a pain in the ass.”
I look around at the mess surrounding me. The car is fucked with bullet holes. There’s two dead guys on the ground, and my little brother’s been shot. “Fuck!” I pace through the tall grass. “They’re with Joe, aren’t they?” I shout at Marney.
He digs through one of the guy’s jackets and pulls out an ID. “Simon DeLucas,” he says.
I immediately recall Euan sniveling that name out between his ridiculous pleading. “Fuck!”
“I’ll take that to mean he’s one of Joe’s?” Marney looks down at the guy. “Motherfucker,” he mumbles, and then puts another bullet in the dead man before walking over to me. “Well, shit. What are we gonna do with this shit right here?” he asks, waving his hand around at the scene.
I pull my phone from my pocket and dial David.
“Hello?”
“I’ve got a bit of a problem. Two bodies and a car.”
“Shit, JP. I’m on patrol. I can get a guy to take care of the cars. Just take the license plate off yours…but you’ll have to manage the bodies.”
“Yeah, yeah. Okay.” I hang up.
I drag my hands through my hair. “We gotta take the bodies back to the house. David can’t get them right now.”
Marney shrugs and makes his way over to one of the stalky men and grabs his ankles, dragging him through the thick weeds toward the car.
I eye Caleb. He’s not going to be any fucking help. “Get in the car, would you?” I tell him before I shoot my gaze to Tor. “And I’m gonna need your help, doll.”
Her eyes flick from me to Marney, who’s pulling the body across the road and whistling to himself. “No.” She shakes her head. “Nuh-uh. I am not dealing with this shit.” There’s an edge of hysteria to her voice as she starts backing away from me.
I pull a cigarette from my pocket and light it. I wrap my arm around her shoulders as I hand the cigarette to her. “I always have a smoke after I shoot someone. Here, it helps.” I shove it in her face and she glares at me. “No? Okay then.” I take a long drag and blow the smoke at her, which apparently just pisses her off.
She shoves at my chest. “Seriously? Do you have absolutely no sense of danger, or a moral compass? You’re fucking insane!”
“I think you know the answer to that better than anyone.” I toss the cigarette to the side of the road. “All right,” I say, wiping my palms down the leg of my jeans. I walk to the trunk of the car and help Marney haul the man inside.