Page 93 of The Fight for Forever
People in the crowd are staring, but I don’t give a fuck. Nothing matters but Scarlett.
Not this club.
Not this fight.
Not the money.
Nothing.
I can’t lose her.
Fifty-Five
Scarlett
The doorI’m standing in front of opens without me turning the handle, but Rolo doesn’t realize that. He shoves me through the opening ... straight into the arms of the very last man on this earth I want to see right now. The man who I last saw with a gun to Bump’s head.
Moses.
“Whoa, darlin’. Damn, sometimes life just works out perfectly, doesn’t it?” His accented words cut through the static in my head.
“Who the fuck are you? Let her go!” Rolo barks as Moses shoves me behind him.
My knees give out as I stumble and land on my ass.
“No problem, man,” Moses says easily, like Rolo isn’t training his weapon on him. “I let her go. What the fuck you gonna do now?”
“Shoot you in the fuckin’—”
But Rolo doesn’t get a chance to finish his sentence. Moses’s hand moves faster than Rolo’s mouth. This time I cover my ears and turn away as Moses pulls the trigger. There’s a deafening gunshot, followed by a thud.
Jesus Christ. No. No. No.
“I don’t think so, motherfucker,” Moses says to Rolo’s body as my ears ring.
Desperate to get away from him, I scramble, crawling toward another damn door, the one I’m praying leads outside of this rabbit warren of hallways.
Gabriel. I need Gabriel. I have to warn him.
Footsteps slap on the concrete behind me.
“You’re gonna ruin your dress like that, princess,” Moses says over the gurgling sound coming from behind us. “Why don’t you get on up now. You’re too pretty to be shaking on your knees.”
He says it so melodically. His deep timbre would almost be soothing, buthe has a gun and he’s threatened to kill me before.
But he’s right. I’m not going to die on my knees. I turn my head toward him, tamping down the bone-deep fear coursing through my body.
“How? How did you get in here? Everyone is looking for you.Everyone.”
Moses’s smirk lights up those eerie eyes of his. The light greenish-gold color belongs to a predator. His gun hangs by his side in a loose grip, pointed at the floor as I press my palms against the concrete.
“I’d venture to guess everyone’s looking for you too by now, Ms. Priest. I didnotexpect that bitch to grab you. She threw off all my plans, and then Rolo offing her ...” He shakes his head like he’s annoyed. “Now shit’s gonna get complicated.”
“What ... what do you want?”
“First, for you to get up. I don’t like seeing women on the ground. Bothers me.”
It bothers him to see women on the ground?I blink twice as I process what he said, but I make no move to stand.
