Page 104 of Harley & Her Ferals

Why did he have to say that?

“Lying fucker.” Vinnie snatches a gun from the Alpha next to him and holds it to Harbinger’s temple.

Harbinger doesn’t flinch, but I do.

I start forward, but Laurent clamps his hand around my elbow keeping me in place.

Before I can desperately plead for Vinnie not to shoot, Laurent shakes his head at me.

“Go on, put a bullet in him,” Laurent says, coolly. “One less Hades Alphahole for my pack to fight in the octagon.”

I suck in a shocked breath.

What the hell is Laurent playing at?

This isn’t chess. It’s real life.And Vinnie has killed people.

If Laurent has misjudged this, we could be just about the witness Harbinger’s murder.

Harbinger’s gaze fixes on Laurent’s. I expect him to glare or at least, to look scared.

Instead, his expression is mask-like.

My breathing has become so fast that I’m struggling not to hyperventilate.

I slice my palms with my nails.

Laurent’s hand is still tight around my elbow.

He doesn’t want me to speak. I promised that I would trust his strategy. This is his skill. I can tell that Harbinger is trusting it as well.

But we’re playing with Harbinger’s life, and it’s making me sick.

Vinnie presses the gun harder against Harbinger’s head.

I can’t take it.

It’s too much of a risk.

Finally, I break.

I open my mouth to beg for Harbinger at the same moment that Vinnie swings the gun away from Harbinger’s head and toward Laurent and me instead.

“I’ve changed my mind,” Vinnie declares. “I think that I’ll shoot these two fuckers.”

“No,” Harbinger immediately yells.

He wrenches his hair out of Vinnie’s grasp and knocks away the gun.

The other fighters instantly point their guns at Harbinger.

Harbinger stills but he’s panting.

Vinnie laughs. “You aren’t together…? Don’t care about each other…? Fucking lies.”

“Idiot.” Laurent shakes his head at Harbinger.

Harbinger straightens, slicking back his hair. “Sorry, Rook. Some of us don’t have balls of ice like you do.”

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