“Yes?” I ask while I maneuver Mickey around to keep him as my shield. Blood is already pooling on the ground, and some of it gets on my clothes too.
Fuck.
I’ll need a shower. And disinfectant. Who knows what these dudes might be carrying? As a precaution, I grab Mickey’s arm and check for needle marks. Okay, good, he’s not a junkie. But that doesn’t mean he didn’t dip his prick into something disease infested, and I don’t want that blood anywhere near me.
I screw up my face in disgust, but then Minnie speaks again.
“I’m not allowed to kill mortals,” she mutters, still holding the gun.
I stare at her.
She gives me a tight smile.
Fucking great.
While Drew aims his gun at Minnie, then back at me, then back at Minnie, the third dude decides to play the valiant and runs toward Minnie to tackle her.
Her eyes widen, but she easily sidesteps him and uses her powers to keep him immobile.
“What the fuck!” Drew mutters in disbelief. “Crew, what the fuck is going on?”
“I can’t move, dude. I can’t move!” Crew cries out.
I shake my head.
Discarding the bleeding Mickey, I rush to Drew while his attention is on Crew. I punch him in the gut, right below his ribcage to cut his airflow. Once he’s gasping for air, I grab his gun and empty his bullets. He doesn’t have many left—lucky him.
One ends up in his foot, the second in his other foot and the last one in his knee.
He collapses to the floor, writhing in pain.
“You can let him go,” I tell Minnie as I make my way to the third lad.
She withdraws her powers, and he falls to the ground with a thud.
He scrambles quickly to his feet, glancing at his mates and wondering whether he should run away.
Coward.
Before he can make a run for it, I grab his hoodie and hold him. His feet move, but he’s not covering any distance. Looking back, his eyes meet mine and they widen in terror.
“I’m sorry,” he mumbles. “I’m so sorry about this. Please let me go.”
I roll my eyes.
“Maybe we should let him go…” Minnie starts, but I stop her.
“You may not be able to kill humans, Minnie, but I can,” I tell her with a smile.
Dragging Crew in front of her, I make him kneel before her.
“Now, what did you say about my woman? Care to repeat?”
“N-no. I didn’t… I…”
“What was it? That you wanted to take turns with her?”
“That was Drew! I didn’t. I?—”