Page 117 of Ruin
“Snapper,” my brother hisses, but I keep going.
I shove the door open and hold up the gun, stunned momentarily when I see a man standing beside Coyote with a gun to the side of his head. Coyote is sitting at his desk, hands flat in front of him.
“Don’t even think about it,” the guy says to me, cocking the gun. “I’ll blow his brains out.”
I don’t feel Kaison behind me, and that could be a good thing. Either he’s hanging back, so this guy doesn’t know he’s here, or there’s another one who has him. Not something I should worry about right now. Kaison is a big boy and he can handle himself. These are the situations we thrive in.
“You think I give a fuck about him?” I ask. “I came in here to do it myself.”
Coyote’s eyes widen, and I cock my gun too, taking better aim.
The guy holding the gun to Coyote’s head laughs.
“You really pissed them off when you told them, didn’t you?”
“Told us what?” I ask.
Coyote is staring at me, almost pleading with me to not say a word. Fuck him if he thinks I’m doing anything he wants. He’s a prick, and he deserves whatever he gets.
The guy laughs again, staring at me with excitement in his dark brown eyes. He’s in an expensive suit that fits him well, so he must work for someone important. Definitely not from around here.
“Did he not tell you?”
“Tell. Us. What?” I demand, taking a step closer.
He shoves the end of the gun against Coyote’s head, and his eyes fall closed as he takes a shuddering breath.
“I already told you I don’t care if you kill him,” I repeat. “He’s a prick.”
The guy shoves the gun harder against his head. “Coyote here owes me a shit ton of money that he ain’t paying back quickly enough.”
“That has nothing to do with the club,” I say.
“Oh, it has everything to do with the club. It’s what was promised to us as collateral.”
“Excuse me?” falls from my lips.
For the first time in my life, I have feelings toward this club that aren’t negative. I’ve never liked it, but I don’t want it taken over by whoever the fuck this guy is. I don’t want to lose it, not like this.
“What the fuck did you do?” I say harshly to Coyote, jerking my gun toward him.
“It’s fine,” he says. “I’m handling it.”
“Like hell you are,” I bark, then turn my attention back on the guy. “Who are you? What does he owe you? I’ll pay it and let you kill him.”
A low chuckle, and he says, “It’s too late for that.”
“We can make a new deal—not involving him.”
“There’s no need. We’re taking over the border.”
“Like hell you are!” I shout, turning the gun on him.
He lowers the gun from Coyote’s head. “Best you fill him in on all the upcoming changes, Coyote.” His attention turns to me. “Then you can go tell everyone else.”
I don’t think before I pull the trigger, hitting him right in the eye. Blood splatters the wall and window behind him, and hisbody hits the ground with a thud. There’s a loud grunt from the hallway, then two more gunshots.
“What the fuck did you just do!” Coyote bellows, getting to his feet frantically. He drops to his knees, checking out the guy on the floor as if he cares about the piece of shit.
