Page 128 of Coup De Grâce
“It’s just not the same when you don’t have someone to boil,” he muttered.
“You eat Funyuns all the time.”
“Yeah, but this had the promise of so much fun. And then it was all just taken away like that,” he said, snapping his fingers.
Slamming the door, he marched around to my side, pouting like a little kid. “You know, I expect you to get me another one.”
“Sure, I’ll just go pluck one off the streets.”
He kicked at the ground. “Well, it’s not the best solution, but it’ll have to do.”
“Maybe we could do something crazy like get your boss to a hospital.”
His eyes found Cash leaning heavily against the wall. “Yeah, I guess we could do that.”
His eyes lit, but I interrupted him. “No, we’re not snatching anyone from the hospital.”
“I wasn’t going to say that.”
“Sure you weren’t,” I huffed.
“Hey, so now that we’re brothers and all?—”
“We’re not.”
“And we just finished this crazy job. I was thinking maybe we should buy you another pair of boots.”
Frowning, I looked down at my shoes. “There’s nothing wrong with the ones I’m wearing.”
“Right, but…well, see the thing is that I’ve been wearing your last pair for a very long time. Now, don’t get me wrong. They’re great boots, but they’re getting a little thin, and?—”
“Fox, why don’t you just get your own damn shoes?” I asked as I walked over to Cash, shoving my shoulder under his arm. He grunted at me in thanks, his skin looking rather pale from blood loss.
“I do have my own shoes, but these…these are special shoes. They’re The Kamau’s shoes! That’s something I can’t just get rid of.”
“Christ, Fox. They’re just?—”
Movement out of the corner of my eye caught my attention. I shoved Cash to the ground, but I wasn’t fast enough. Fox spun, flinging his knife through the air at Watch, who was half out of the car.
“Fox!” I shouted as I reached for my gun, but I was too late. Watch fired a single shot before he collapsed onto the ground. Fox stumbled back into my chest, his body sagging heavily against my own.
Panic ripped through me as I lowered him to the ground, careful not to injure him as blood spilled from his chest. “Shit,” I cursed, tearing open his shirt as Cash fired two shots at Watch just to make sure he was down.
Blood pooled under my fingers as I pressed my hands to his chest, desperately trying to stem the flow of blood.
“I…got him,” Fox wheezed, his eyes lit up. “Can’t get the…Phantom Funyun.”
“Fox, shut the fuck up,” Cash muttered, tearing his shirt off and putting it under Fox’s head.
He immediately dialed 9-1-1, but the amount of blood…Fuck, this was really bad. “Fox, just stay with me,” I commanded.
“I fucking told you, a knife isn’t faster than a bullet,” Cash snapped.
“Love…my knives,” Fox grinned, his teeth stained with blood.
I cursed under my breath, trying to figure out what else I could do to save his life, but if the bullet nicked his lungs…What the fuck was I supposed to do?”
“Fox, Anna will kill you if you die on her,” I threatened. “Do not leave her behind. Do you hear me?”
