Page 61 of Kortlek

“Good thing I’m always prepared.’’

I hop off the bike and open the compartment under the seat. Two guns and two knives. I have a spare clip for every gun, and the knives were carefully polished and sharpened, ready to use. I take a knife and a gun, tucking the gun behind my back and the knife inside my boot.

Cove grabs the other two and the spare clips.

“Any plans?”

Cove shrugs. “We could always just… leave.’’

I smile. “Not happening.’’

Without waiting for him to respond, I start walking toward the first car that’s parked. The second one is parked a little further behind the first one. The model is the same, with tinted glasses and no license plates. How typical and predictable.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Cove asks, his hand wrapping around my wrist. I stop walking and turn to look at him.

“What does it look like I’m doing? Best case scenario, Wyatt is amongst the morons, and we can get this over with.’’

“And worst-case scenario?’’

I smile. “We kill them and call my dad to clean it up.’’

Cove groans. “Bunny, this isn’t funny.’’

“Good thing I wasn’t joking, then,’’ I snorted.

“Please tell me you actually understand how dangerous and stupid this is. What do you actually plan to do? Knock on the window and ask about Wyatt?”

I blink. “Fuck, am I that predictable?”

His eyes narrow. “You realize there’s a high possibility you’ll be met with the end of a barrel, right?”

I scoff. “Please, Cove. I’m not an amateur. Besides, I highly doubt that they will kill me. If these are those damned gang members, they work for Wyatt. If he wanted me dead, he would’ve tried a long time ago.’’

He takes a deep breath, thinking about how to reason with me. I take the opportunity to walk off, humming a soft tune while approaching the parked car. Once I’m standing in front of the driver’s door, I clear my throat and softly knock two times on the window.

Slowly, the window lowers, and I’m met with a young man.

He’s roughly around my age, his hair cut in a buzz. He has a small scar on his left brow, and he isn’t bad looking. He’s emotionless, though, and doesn’t seem surprised that I came to confront them. Another man is sitting next to him, and two at the back.

“Hi,’’ I smile cheerfully.

“Hello?’’ The driver responds, a brow raising slightly in confusion. “May I help you?”

Quickly, I take a glance at the back, looking for Cove. He’s standing a couple of feet behind me, shaking his head. I’m not sure if it’s in disappointment or amusement; whichever it is, it gives me the push I need. I give Cove a look that he understands immediately. He makes his way to the second car, and I turn to the driver.

“Yes, actually.’’

I take a pause, skimming the men inside the car. I can see the outline of their guns in their pockets, and since none of them have reached for their weapons, I know that they don’t have the permission to hurt or kill me, which is the second-best thing that has happened today.

The first one being Cove going down on me. That was fantastic.

Quickly, I whip out my gun and press it against the driver’s temple. His eyes widen in shock and confusion, and his body tenses. I cock my head to the side, an amused smile on my face.

“Bet you didn’t see that one coming, did you?” I chuckle to myself, then press the barrel of the gun harsher against his temple. “Unless you want to see his brains spill in this expensive-looking car and all over you, hand over the guns. All of them.’’

The driver slowly nods, and one by one, they start handing me their guns. I toss them out, far out of anyone’s reach, and smile. My eyes flicker to one of them in the backseat, and I sigh in disappointment.

“You too, buddy. I see the gun behind you.’’

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