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If I waited five more minutes, someone might take him out.
Fuck it. The sooner this shit was done, the sooner I could get back to fucking with Marnie.
Sighing, I got out of the car and walked past Mason to the center pillar.
“So, what’s up?” The fucker was skipping behind me.
I unclipped my watch, held up my tattoo for the scanner, and arched a brow at him. “You mean, besides the million-dollar price on your head?”
His eyes widened. “Seriously?”
“I don’t joke.”
“One mill, huh?” He said as the entrance door slid open. “Cool.”
Idiot.
Once we hit the bottom of the stairs, voices hit my ears. They were already arguing. No surprise there.
Mason slapped his hand on my back. “Looks like the party started without us.”
‘Don’t shoot him, don’t shoot him,’ I silently chanted while heading toward the meeting room. And just as I suspected, everything I thought would be happening…was.
Micha and Logan were bitching about what to do with Riley and Shelby. Parker was on the far side, pacing a clean trail in the dust on the floor, and Lou was banging his mug on the table, trying to quiet everyone. The only people who weren’t losing their minds were the Creswells and my dad. He was sitting in his seat, sporting a large smile.
Mason nodded at Silas and headed in that direction while I pulled out my gun and fired a shot into the roof. That shut everyone up.
“What the fuck, Preston!”
Well, everyone except Logan.
“Don’t waste bullets. At least shoot someone.”
“I could shoot you?”
“Let’s do it, man.” In true Logan Hudson style, he jumped out of his chair and smacked his chest. “Right fucking here. I can take it.”
I looked down at my Desert Eagle and then back at him. “Yeah, all right.”
When I raised my arm to aim, Lou interjected, “Whoa, no one is shooting anyone.”
“A million buys a lot of bullets,” I pointed out.
Lou rolled his eyes. “It’s not as serious as you’re making it out to be.”
Not as serious?
“Tell me something, Lou.” I dropped my hand and took a few steps in his direction. “How exactly are you planning to spot the sniper from five thousand yards away?”
Lou’s face remained straight. “We’re perfectly safe here. This is our town.”
That didn’t mean shit to these assassins.
“Three thousand, two hundred, and seven.”
His brow rose. “Pardon me?”
“That’s how many times I could’ve put one between your eyes.” However, one of those was questionable. If he’d moved at the last second, Micha would’ve gotten it instead.
