Page 63 of O'Mega's Revenge
“Yes.”
“Now, put your hands where I can see them.” Crete stepped closer. I could hear the tall grass break under his boots.
I pushed up slowly. Ignoring his command.
“I’ll shoot— ”
Stupid man.Don’t talk about what you’re going to do, Just do it. The echo from Jackson’s gun bounced back from the tree line and rang in the circles of the well.
“Tits?”
“I’m just fine, baby.” I sat on the well’s edge, waiting for Crete to get up so I could shoot him again. But he stayed down.A shame.Maybe I was a little angry.
I pulled my knife and walked over, wary but still calm like the earth that someday swallows us all.
His body was already growing cold, but I sliced his throat from ear to ear anyway. Then found his kidney and twisted the blade deep.
I rolled him over. The hole where his heart didn’t beat was small. But my aim was true. I felt for any flutter of life. There was none. The farm was deathly quiet.
Not even a cry from a guard, or a warning from a dog. Only empty night and the whistles of wind circling a forgotten well.
The roar of motorcycles killed the silence. Soon there was a commotion and barked orders.
In the chaos, Nonno pulled me aside.
“I owe you.”
My bloody hands shook. “How?”
He dipped his head at Crete’s corpse. “You took out the competition. Thanks.”
God spare me from another ambitious man. I didn’t have it in me to stab another asshole tonight, family or not.
Trot stood by me as they sent Jackson down the well to retrieve Wolf. “You good?”
I stared at the blood on my hands. “Got anything to wipe this off with so I can hold Wolf?”
“Got you covered.” She walked back to where the bikes were parked and returned carrying a bag of baby wipes.
My expression of disbelief had her answer, “Gets shit off, so must work on blood. They are also a good makeup remover in a pinch. But cleanser is best.”
I took them from her and tore through the package, making a pile of the used ones.
By the time my hands were clean, Wolf was being hauled over the edge. Jackson hovered, one hand on the tourniquet tying off a deep wound on my man’s leg.
“We gotta take him in. Doc can’t fix that.”
“How do we explain it?” Sprout asked.
“Fell into a hole. Got skewered by a root or something, I guess. It was dark, and he was drunk. We were lucky we found his dumb ass.” Jackson walked over to his bike and pulled out a dusty bottle of brandy.
“Did you steal that from the estate?” Fell gaped at him in disbelief.
“Yup. That was a lot of good booze that bitch shot up. Had to liberate this one on principle. Bottom’s up, Wolf.”
“Fuck. Tits?” He called for me, and I was at his side almost immediately.
“Right here, baby. I’ll drink with you.” I kissed his head. He was scraped up, and the wound on his leg looked awful. I tried to ignore it and the way my stomach turned over because he was in pain. I smoothed down his hair that was sticking up. “Right here.”
