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“You’re the one who flipped the car,” he snaps, shoving the gun deeper into my head.

I mean...

“Fully aware,” I drone. Stormi stands but buckles over, hands on her knees. She lets out a grunt then attempts to straighten her spine. “Why weren’t you wearing a fucking seatbelt?”

Odd question to be asking while there is a pistol to my head, and she was literally shoved in the truck. Probably the last thing I would’ve thought about.

Nevertheless, it still doesn’t stop it from leaving my lips.

“Stay right where you are,” Youngster commands. “Don’t move a muscle.”

“My keys are in my truck,” I continue before jerking my head in the direction of it. “Get in.”

“Stop telling her to do things,” he storms. “I’ll blow your brains out.” Stormi doesn’t move, staring at me with a strange look on her face.

I glare at her. “Do what I just fucking—” Youngster removes the gun off my skull, and my brain registers into fight mode.

There is only one other person he’d point it at, and he sure as fuck isn’t going to be taking out my only lead.

Stepping back, I lunge my elbow into any part of his body that I can. I don’t know how tall he is, how big or small, I just need him to keep that fucking weapon out of her direction.

Connecting with a slender frame, I twirl on my heels as a grunt escapes his lips. My fist is next into the side of his face, but it doesn’t stop the gunshot that goes off.

It doesn’t stop the feeling of my heart missing its next beat or how I felt when I saw Reagan’s head underneath the water in the lake.

It’s all too familiar.

Too fresh in my head, and it twists my stomach into a few knots.

Slamming my fist into the asshole’s face again, he falls on his knees, and I use my knee to strike his nose.

Somehow, I have his gun in my hand, I don’t remember touching it, I just recall the recoil as I pull the trigger.

Whirling around, Stormi is peering down at her stomach, tee stained in blood. The asshole from earlier is on his belly, Ruger LCP in his palm aimed up at my blonde.

“Stormi,” I shout before her knees give out, and she plunges to the cement.

She’s out.

And I’m pissed.

Without looking, I aim the gun at the other dude and jerk back on the trigger.

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