Page 28 of Faded Gray Lines
“Julio, what the fuck?” the bald guy yelled, slapping his palms onto the concrete.
“Duck!” Grabbing her soft blonde hair, I shoved her to the ground with a heavy hand. Now wasn’t the time for chivalry.
In a split second, the guy on the ground was on his feet and charging toward me while Julio shook himself out of his confusion long enough to follow suit.
Since they’d made my life easier by corralling themselves into one spot, I pulled my gun from my waistband and aimed it at them. “It seems you two are determined to make this personal.”
The bald guy flipped me off, proving he had more tattoos on his head than brains inside it. “Hey, fuck you,pendejo. This doesn’t concern you.”
“Wrong. You made it my business when I asked you nicely to leave the lady alone.”
“You sucker punched me from behind!”
“That was me being nice.” I smirked, and he sneered back at me. “Now, both of you are going to walk away, or you can limp. It makes no difference to me. I don’t give a shit about your kneecaps.”
Apparently Julio was the smarter of the two, throwing his hands in the air and backing up with a scowl. “Man, a piece of uppity pussy isn’t worth this. Let’s go.”
Chuckling to himself, the bald guy wiped the blood from his lip and smeared it across his T-shirt. “You’re lucky. Usually, I wouldn’t take this shit, but I’m feeling generous tonight.”
“I’m not,” I said, shooting him in his right knee.
“Motherfucker!”
Everybody moved at once. The bald guy hit the concrete for the second time, and Julio jumped to his side like the obedient puppy he was. Stashing my gun back in my waistband, I grabbed the girl’s hand and jerked her toward the unlit part of the street. She hesitated, staring over her shoulder at the bloody mess that used to be the guy’s knee.
I tugged harder. “Let’s go.”
“You...you just shot him.”
Fuck.
She was in shock. I didn’t have time for this shit.
Tightening my hold on her hand, I swung her around, and before she could say a word, I hoisted her over my shoulder. “I warned him I’d do it.” I shrugged under her weight. “It’s not my fault he didn’t listen.”
She pounded on my back, screaming at me to put her down the whole way to the railroad trestle. Technically, it was only about a ten-minute walk, but with her yelling in my ear and driving fists into my back the whole time, it felt like fifty.
I knew the area well, and for the most part, nobody cared to hang around here. The roar of trains barreling down the tracks at eighty miles per hour tended to discourage anyone from doing business here.
My shoulder ached, so I dropped her on the grass just below the tracks. I wasn’t worried. With me standing in her way, there were only two ways to get off the hill: slide down the steep embankment on her ass or walk the tracks that led over the bridge. It had to be at least a twenty-foot drop off either of the pathetically guarded sides. I doubted her need to escape was strong enough that she’d risk it.
“Just let me go here,” she begged, wiping away a stray tear with the back of her hand. “I promise I can pay you whatever you want.”
I hated tears. More so, I hated tears from her. She’d been so fearless when she thought I was in danger that the scared kitten routine irritated me.
“I don’t want your money. I want an explanation.”
“About what?”
“Why did you jump in the middle of my fight?”
She took a deep breath and shrugged. “It was my fight first.”
“You think you could’ve handled those guys? You have no idea what kind of shit you walked into tonight.” I waved a hand up and down the length of her dress, noting the expensive material and diamond earrings hanging from her ears. “And from the looks of you, street fighting isn’t one of your strengths.”
“Why did you?” she asked, looking up at me with those damn inquisitive eyes. “Jump in the middle of my fight, I mean.”
I had no good answer for her. I had no idea why I was doing this. I just knew I couldn’t stop. Answering her with the truth was out of the question, so I coughed and turned my head, hoping she’d leave it alone.
