Page 35 of Safe Haven
“This isn’t Mercy’s or our fault. It’s mine and I’m going to fucking fix it.”
Chapter Nineteen
HAVEN
Iturn Danica’s Harley off and stand waiting for Apex to join me before taking off my helmet. I glance around as he approaches me, trying to act as if the pain isn’t killing him.
He refused to wear the sling or drive a cage.
Stupid, stubborn man.
Instead, he took some pain meds, hit a joint, and decided driving under the influence would be better. I don’t know how my cousin put up with his ass. I want to castrate him.
“Clear,” he whispers, letting me know the coast is clear to take my helmet off.
I place it on my seat and turn to look around.
“We’re heading around the corner.” He points to our right, and I nod, walking ahead of him like I’m in charge.
Cause you are.
I really need my brain to stop talking shit to me so I can be vigilant of my surroundings. But telling oneself to shut up is too close to having multiple personalities, and I do not need to have that discussion with myself right now.
I might as well have been Diesel chasing a squirrel at this moment. I’m so fucking happy Apex refused to stay behind.Besides the fact that he has his own revenge to seek, he said I’d have to kill him myself to stop him from coming.
Since I’m pretty sure I like him, that was a big no for me.
“On your left,” I slow my steps and place my hand on the butt of the gun I have at my hip.
“Ms. Demato, what a pleasure to see you again. And alive! Miracles do happen.” Orwell grins at me, and the person I know from that university class is nothing like the man standing in front of me.
“Dr. Demato, actually. I believe you were acquainted with my cousin, Mercy.” He tilts his head in surprise that I’m not keeping up the charade.
“My, you are bold. Now, why would you ever admit that?”
I smile sweetly at him.
“Well, since I’m the new President of the Royal Harlots, what would be the point? I mean, I inherited all my cousins’ businesses and problems. So here I am to finish what she started. Now I do believe you owe me four containers of merchandise.” I cross my arms and make sure my hand is inside my cut where I have another gun hidden.
“Oh, I do enjoy your style. Straightforward and to the point. However, there is one flaw in your little speech. The arrangement wasn’t with the Harlots. It was with Mercy herself. If she’s not here to collect, I’m afraid we’re done here.” He turns his back on me, and I pull my gun.
“I think you misunderstood me, Orwell. You are going to give me my cargo, and then Apex here is going to show you to your final resting place.” He swallows hard when I jam the gun into the back of his head.
“You don’t have the stomach for murder.”
I let out a manic laugh.
“Death is my chosen profession, Orwell. You should really rethink your assumptions about my character. Now, be a goodboy and tell whoever’s watching us to come out slowly. I wouldn’t want my girls to have itchy fingers. No sense in turning this into another blood bath.” I push the gun, and he tilts forward slightly.
A bullet explodes into the ground in front of him.
“STOP!” He yells and starts to shiver.
For all the bravado he threw my way at first, he seems to be closer to the unsure professor I met in school now. It makes you wonder who the real Harrison Orwell is.
“Bring them out.” He calls, and about ten men start to approach us from the woods and buildings surrounding us.
“Where are the women?” Apex hisses.
