Page 526 of Hell Hath No Fury
I wouldn’t be able to pull the drunk-girl schtick again, not covered in the blood of their president.
So, I just had to be faster, smarter, better than all of them.
I slid open the door, checking out the vantage point as I grabbed the gun out of my bag, holding onto it like a lifeline. Because that was exactly what it was.
For me.
For Bear.
As if reading my thoughts, I heard a loud whack followed by a pained groan.
Bear.
Any sense of restraint or caution flew out the damn window as I rushed down the narrow stairs in my bare feet, the sounds deafening to my own ears, but seemingly drowned out by the music from above still because no one turned to look at me.
Not until my finger found the trigger, and I started filling the first body with bullets.
Only then did everyone turn.
Including Bear, his swollen, bruised, bloodied eyes widening at the sight of me as I took down one of the guys, then the next.
“Fucking bitch!” one of the others yelled as he ducked down and reached for his own gun.
He didn’t get much of a chance, though. Because before he even got the thing out of his waistband, his body was jolting and blood was blooming through his white tee.
One more to go.
“You’re going to pay for that,” he hissed, but I didn’t see him for a second. Not until I looked at Bear and saw another set of legs behind him.
Fucking coward.
Hiding behind a man who couldn’t protect himself.
“Put the fucking gun down, or I slit his fucking throat,” he growled, and I saw the flash of metal as it hovered in front of Bear’s throat.
Bear’s body thrashed hard, trying to knock the guy away.
“I said put it down!” he yelled, making the point of the knife nip into Bear’s skin, a bead of red forming on the blade.
He was too close.
And it was too easy to take someone’s life like that.
I’d know.
I’d just done it to that bastard’s president.
“Okay. Okay,” I said, wanting to have my tone be soothing and compliant, but I needed to yell over the music from upstairs.
Both my arms went up, and I folded forward to put the gun on the floor.
“Kick it away,” he said unnecessarily since I was already doing it. “Toss the bag too,” he added.
In front of me, Bear was shaking his head, was silently pleading with me not to do it.
He didn’t need to speak.
I knew exactly what he was thinking.
