Page 20 of Never Trust the Living (Battle Crows MC 7)

Which was lucky for me because I caught him before he could follow another unsuspecting girl.

“Amon,” I chided. “What are you doing?”

Amon whirled and turned, surprised to find me directly behind him.

“What are you doing?” he asked in return.

“Obviously the police’s job,” I grumbled. “Some escort you have. What were you out here doing?”

I knew exactly what he was doing.

I might’ve sounded calm, cool, and collected, but I wasn’t. Far from it, to be honest.

“One for the road.” He smiled at me.

That’s when I snapped.

I punched him in the throat as hard as I could.

He went down to the ground, clutching his throat, likely wheezing in through a crushed windpipe.

Did that change anything that I did next?

No.

Or… it wouldn’t have.

I was rearing back my foot to kick him in the face, because all of a sudden I was so full of rage that it needed to come out in any way possible, when she was just there.

To say that we were surprised to see each other would be an understatement.

It took half a second.

I looked at her after she was done stabbing Amon in the chest, right through his heart, and couldn’t help the kindred spirit vibe that I felt with the scared waif.

“You got prints on that knife?” I asked suddenly.

I’d learned a few things a time or two.

One, you never pull a knife out of a body unless you wanted blood to come pouring out.

Two, you never left fingerprints. Ever.

“I killed him,” she whispered, looking shocked as she backed away.

That’s when I saw that she had gloves on.

Big fluffy blue ones.

Good.

She was staring at them as if she couldn’t quite believe what she’d done.

“I killed him,” I disagreed. “You just helped him along.”

We both watched as Amon struggled to breathe.

His eyes were full of panic, and he was staring at us as if he couldn’t quite believe what had just happened.

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