Page 251 of Mayhem and Minnie

“So you wouldn’t have joined in? You wouldn’t have done the same thing as your pals?”

He blanches at my words. “Please… I’m sorry.”

“Watch out,” Minnie whispers.

I look sideways and note that Mickey’s dragged himself off the ground and is trying to take a swing at me with the bottle of Smirnoff.

I wrap one hand around Crew’s neck, holding him on his knees, and use the other to stop the incoming blow.

The bottle breaks against my fist, and a few shards of glass cut through the skin.

Double fuck. I hate people.

Mickey’s eyes flare up in shock when he sees his blow doesn’t bother me. But he’s too slow to run away with a gunshot in his gut.

I grab the front of his shirt, pull him closer, and bring my knee to his stomach, hitting him where he’d been shot.

An agonized cry erupts through the stillness of the night, and he falls next to his buddy.

More sorrys and pleases ensue as now both Mickey and Crew are begging for their lives.

Keeping my hand on Crew and my foot on Mickey, I ask Minnie to hand me the gun.

She rolls her eyes at me but does as told.

Drew tries to move, so this bullet is for him. And lucky me, it lands between his eyes.

Damn, I whistle. For someone who’s not the best at handling guns, that’s certainly a feat.

But I cannot even rejoice at my small James Bond moment because I still have to deal with these two fuckers.

“Minnie, drop your scarf.”

“W-what?” She blinks in shock.

“Do as I say.”

She’s confused about my request, but she slowly unravels the scarf to reveal her face.

Leaning down, I force both Crew and Mickey to look at her.

The effect is immediate.

Their pupils dilate—though that could also be from the pain—and their expressions shift from pain to enthrallment.

“What do we think, lads? She’s beautiful, isn’t she?” I ask them.

“So beautiful,” Crew whispers.

“The most beautiful,” Mickey agrees.

Their injuries are forgotten. Their predicament, too. All they care about now is the picture of perfection in front of them.

“But see, that’s the catch,” I whisper. “She’s mine. And you dared to look at her.”

I doubt they understand my words since they’re too busy ogling Minnie. But that in itself requires a punishment.

I grab each of the men by their napes and smash their faces against the pavement.

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