Page 93 of F*ck Steal Kill

“Tsk tsk, bringing a knife to a gun party. Amateur move,” he boasted, chuckling like he was having the best day.

“Hmpf,” I snorted. “That’s where you’re wrong.” Dropping into a crouch, I slid a smoke bomb and knife across the floor to Joy.

By the time Viper realized what I’d done, Joy had rolled out of his grip with the knife in her hand as she took cover.

The next few seconds happened quickly, and I wish we had it recorded so I could watch it on replay over and over again.

The Savages shot at the space Joy had been in, one of them grazing Viper in the process. The smoke bomb turned into a firecracker as pops sounded, sparks flying as smoke filled the room. Visibility became nonexistent to them, each one shooting off at anything that moved and inadvertently hitting one another.

“Stop,” Viper yelled. The shots halted, but it was already too late.

In the chaos, Lacey had opened the vent in the wall, her gun pointed directly at Viper, a vicious smile on her face just as the haze cleared.

“Say cheese,” she bellowed, shooting the last of his men in the room, each falling to the ground with a thud.

Viper finally looked scared, jumping as I stalked toward him. He lifted the gun in his hand, and it trembled as he removed the safety.

“Who the fuck are you?” he spat, gritting his teeth.

Throwing my two shurikens—small blades in the shape of an X—at his wrists as I entered the room, I watched in satisfaction as he dropped the gun right into Joy’s hand. She’d moved over, ready to snatch it so it wouldn’t go off.

Again, been there, done that, learned the lesson. Don’t mess with flying bullets.

Both his wrists bled, my X’s hitting his flexor carpi tendons and stopping him from bending his wrists. He stared down at his bleeding hands, shock on his face. I bet it wasn’t every day that this man felt so disarmed, much less by a woman, and I’d done it in a few seconds with the flick of my wrists.

You didn’t need to have a dick to exhibit BDE or be the biggest threat. There was no doubt in Viper’s eyes now who that belonged to as he learned that lesson.

Me. I was the biggest dick and threat because I wasn’t alone.

I had my girls, and I had my guys. Anyone who thought they could take us would meet the same fate as this scumbag.

“If you haven’t figured it out by now, I’m not sure you deserve to know,” I taunted, standing before him with Joy at my side and Grady at my back. Lacey hopped out of the air vent and joined us, the four of us painting a menacing picture as we glared at Viper.

“You’re the worst type of man. You underestimate women and see them only as property to be used.”

I jutted forward, slashing two long marks on his legs and making him fall to his knees as more blood dripped down, satiating my need.

“Grady, do what you need to,” I said, stepping back with Joy and Lacey to give him space.

The man I’d been falling for the past few days was gone, and in his place was a cold-blooded killer. His face was void of any emotion outside of hatred and malice in his eyes as he stalked toward his prey.

“I doubt you even remember the woman you took from me, but I’ve been waiting for this day for five years.”

He reared his fist back, punching him in the face, and Viper’s head snapped back as Grady broke his nose. He rained down punches on his body before finally taking the knife I held out for him. A noise at the door had us spinning, guns raised as we prepared for an attack.

“It’s us,” Max said, leaning on Quentin as he hobbled into the room on one good leg. Seeing him alive broke the last of my resolve, and I flew toward him, wrapping my arms around his neck as tears fell.

“You’re alive,” I sobbed, kissing him between the snot.

“I wasn’t ready to leave you yet, sweetheart.” Max clung to me and Quentin, both of us needing to feel his weight against us.

“Gee, thanks. This one gets a weepy hug, and I didn’t even get a hello,” Joy teased behind me, breaking the tense emotional moment.

Wiping my face, I kissed Max before stepping back and pulling Joy into my arms next, so thankful she was okay.

“I’m sorry. You know I go all Scary Spice when I’m unaliving people.”

“I know, Hols. I’m glad to see your heart is still soft because yours is the biggest I know.”

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