Page 129 of Property of Fang
I back away a step. Darko slowly gets off the man. Neither of us worry about him getting far; my bullets are faster than his feet. And if he tries to draw on us? Well, I guess he’d make my fucking night.
“The truth,” Darko prompts, arms folded.
“The truth,” he leers. “Is you’re fucked.” Goddamn moron turns heel and dives for the obscurity of the overgrown grass on the roadside, pulling a weapon from his waistband at the same time.
They sure didn’t send their smartest soldier.
I let off a neat line of three shots before he can even align his weapon.Put my daughter at risk, you goddamn fucking animal.
Darko wanders over to where the idiot’s feet protrude from the grass. “Calf, hip, and chest.”
Getting rusty.I aimed for his fucking knee.
“Aaand, he’s still alive.” Darko uses a boot to roll the guy over. “For now.”
I join my brother, standing over top of the mutt. “Still worth it?”
Blood sputters from his lips as he rasps, “Every time.”
I put another in his head to wrap things up. Chaos will be here soon enough. Circus will have something to do later.At least someone gets a good night.
“They’ll be miles away by now,” Darko muses, referring to whoever was with this pointless martyr.
“If there even was anyone.” It would have been the guy’s whole M.O. The reason why he fucked us around for so long. I bend and flick his cut straight with the tip of my gun to read his badge.Secretary. Well, they’re sure gonna notice this one when he doesn’t make it back. “How do you think they knew?”
“That we were there?”
I nod. “Can’t imagine them riding around night after night on the off chance we show up.”
Darko smirks; he’s rarely one to laugh. “Not sure, but I’d wager we’d have more luck at finding out if we went back to the burger bar.” He nods in its direction. “You go. I’ll stay here and wait for clean-up.”
“If Marty comes by…”
“I’m wrecked.” He shrugs. “I know.”
We’re already hurting having Crow on the wrong side of the bars. Adding Darko would be a crippling blow.
“You need to check on your daughter, bruv.” He shoves me in the shoulder. “Get. I’ve got this.”
I give a nod of thanks. “If Marty does show up, just shoot the shit-stirring fucker.” I shrug as I turn for the burger bar. “Kyra will get over it. Eventually.”
He raises an eyebrow. “I’ll tell Jinx it was your idea.”
“Please,” I call, walking backward. “Been itching for a reason to have it out with him proper.”
“Careful.” He points a finger my way. “That kind of shit talk will get you in trouble.”
“Just saying what we’ve all been thinking.” I mean, I love the guy, but fuck me, can his got-to-do-everything-by-the-rules attitude get annoying at times.
I spin and face the direction I’m headed, smile fading fast from my face. Because as much as I fucking love this: the fight, the banter, and the swift vengeance, I know my loyalty comes at a price.
One that will likely cost me my daughter.
And continuing to fight for Jenna only promises the same.
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JENNA
