Page 66 of The Echo of Violence

“I’ve got to stop surrounding myself with crazy people,” she mutters just as Knight steps forward, grabs a fistful of her hair, and slams his mouth down over hers.

Okay then. I look at Eightball over Knight’s shoulder. His face is still red with anger, but he keeps it in check as he watches Knight kiss our girl.

Wait, what?

Ah, shit. I need to move this along before I crawl out of my skin, so I cough. “Time and place, Knight.”

He pulls back and glares at me. “Fuck you.”

“He’s coming around.” Wizz is standing over Scooter as we all look over at him, moaning on the ground.

Jinx pulls away from me and walks over to Toto. When her hand grips his collar, the dog walks her over to Scooter.

She pulls her gun from her holster and levels it at him. “On your stomach.”

Still feeling confident with his brothers around him, he flips her off. Without missing a beat, she shoots him in the leg. He screams like a little bitch as we all stare at her in shock.

“Oops. Now roll over, you little bitch, before I put a bullet somewhere else.”

I’ve never been so hard in my life as I am right now.

She lifts a brow when he still doesn’t move. “Toto, eat.”

Scooter screams and rolls over as Toto walks over and licks Scooter’s face.

Jinx laughs as she presses one of her blades into the back of his neck, holding him in place. “Most people don’t realize how sharp these things can be. A little extra pressure from me, and it will glide through your spine like a hot knife through butter.”

“I’m sorry. I swear I won’t go near them again. I don’t even want the bitch no more.”

Jinx looks exasperated as she raises her head and turns, searching for Scope, who isn’t too far behind me.

I look at him watching the scene play out with an exciting gleam in his eye.

“This is the caliber of prospect you recruit?”

“You think you could do better?”

“I think a blind monkey could do better.”

“Okay,” Scope answers, making me frown.

Okay? What the fuck? I take a step closer to Jinx, just in case. Scope is wildly unpredictable, and what Jinx has done is enough to punish her in a way I don’t think she’ll like.

“Here’s what you’ll do, Scooter, my boy. You’re going to stand up, and I cuff you. Then you’re going to walk with me to my team, who will take you down to the station and get all the boring paperwork sorted out. If you don’t, my dog is going to chomp down on your tiny dick before shitting it out later all over my roses.”

All this talk of torture is turning me on something fierce. I look at Knight and Eightball and can tell by their faces that they’re thinking about Jinx impaled on their dicks just as much as I am. I don’t know if that’s a good thing or not.

Scooter stumbles to his feet, tears and snot running down his face. Jinx mumbles something under her breath, holstering her gun before snapping the cuffs tightly around Scooter’s wrists as he places them behind his back.

“Are you crying? Jesus,” she says, grabbing his cuffed hands.

“My leg,” he complains as she yanks him.

She pauses and looks him up and down before looking down at her missing legs. “Oh, grow up, it’s a fucking scratch.”

I laugh, unable to stop myself, the others joining in as Scope walks over to stand in front of Scooter. Jinx huffs, not fazed by the man who would just as easily snap her neck as sit down and drink coffee with her.

“I’m taking him in, Scope. You do not want his crap landing on your doorstep, and it will. He’s been very vocal about how protected he is.”

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