Page 18 of Touch Her and Die
I yanked my hand free and started to run back up the hill.
“Fuck. Stop. He’s got this. There’s three, and I got one already. He’s down to two and I guarantee they are already out of bullets.”
Nate grabbed my hand and yanked me back down.
“I don’t run from a fight.”
I swear he sighed and the next thing I knew I was face to throat with the guy and a sharp pain poked me in the neck.
“I know, rainbow. We know. Sorry about this, but Parks is pretty fucking fed up with everything. Sleep tight and he’ll come find you soon.”
My limbs lacked the ability to move, and I realized he’d just drugged me.
No, it sounded like Parks had just drugged me.
“He’s going to owe…”
I couldn’t finish my thought because everything just kind of went black.
EIGHT
parks
There wasno going back to a world where I was numb and didn’t give two shits about much. When you grew up thinking family was all there was, you just went with it. Flashbacks to uncle’s little family bonding sessions still haunted me.
I shot the gun I had in my right hand and heard the familiar sound of a bullet sinking into flesh. I grabbed the knife I wore tucked into my boot and threw it the second I could see the blue of the other assholes irises.
I hit him in the stomach, but it wouldn’t kill him. Not right away. Shit. With a quick step around a headstone, I got away from him and maneuvered myself around for better protection and a better vantage point.
My uncle had gone too fucking far, and he had no idea. Not yet. You couldn’t simply kill the woman I loved and expect me to listen. I would not listen. I would never fucking comply. In a nutshell, he really had no goddamn heart.
He was a giant asshole and Halle? Smart as she was, my family was a web of lies and she couldn’t see how ensnared she was in it.
Another shot whizzed by my head and stone cracked and chipped. Fuck me. I peeked around another headstone and saw who was shooting at me. I tried to see around a more ornate monument but couldn’t see the guy I’d hit with the knife.
I hated that I was fighting against people I recognized. Not friends by any means but still, men that I had trained. These were goons on the payroll. I might be insulted because these were the ones that my uncle used for most of the simple shit.
Then again, that was most of the guys I supposed. Me? I had been the one in charge of every single one of them until today. How far was my reach? My uncle was about to find out. I’d be willing to bet that if these two knew who they were after, well, they would have asked me first.
“Parks, what are you doing here?”
I looked over my shitty hiding spot and smirked. Yeah. It was only a matter of time.
Here came one of them now. The one who didn’t have a knife in his abdomen.
“What do you mean, why am I here?”
He gawked and the gun in his hand fell to the ground as he held up his hands.
“We aren’t here to fight you. Fuck. We wouldn’t fight you.”
I nodded and watched as the guy I’d stabbed pressed his hand around the wound.
I shook my head. “I’m not here to fight you either, but I’m assuming you gathered that since neither of you are dead?”
They nodded, but they weren’t shaking off these injuries.
“You might want to get that looked at.” I pointed at the guy slowly bleeding out from his wound and then I looked around and saw feet sticking out from behind a sea of stone.
