Back at the broken man as he looked down at his bloodied hands.
His face was scrunched in pain, his chest heaving up and down with harsh breaths when Ray pushed off the wall.
“Now,” her voice was smooth, and it cut through his mind because his ruined face snapped in her direction. Still,still, there was a rush of rage in those eyes. That sort of confidence and anger could only be born from one thing.
Death.
Ray blinked past it, “Tell me who sent you.” She said and saw him sit up on his toes, his bloodied lips curled into a savage growl, “Who was it? And why?”
And when he just shook his head vigorously, Ray lifted her gun in his direction, her brows arching upwards,
“Answer the questions.”
He didn’t relent. Just spat blood on the ground and glared up at her, “You won’t kill me.” He rasped through his harsh breaths, “You need me for information.”
“Not really.” Ray said quietly and looked away in thought. There was his phone. The tattoo on the back of his neck. Should she take the chance and take him to Kyle?
But what if it was the Lions who’d set this up?
She didn’t have enough time to decide though. Because the man was already getting up, stumbling on his feet unsteadily. Her eyes were on him in an instant, but he moved so suddenly. His hands moved to whip out a gun from the waistband of his jeans. He lifted its hilt suddenly and was about to shoot.
Ray was faster.
Her bullet left her gun with a loudboomand buried itself in his hand. The man screamed, and the gun fell away. She stepped closer with a wary sigh as he scrambled back towards the wall, his eyes darting around. Ray sighed through her nose, clenching her fingers around the gun to stop her growing annoyance as he glared back at her like a cornered animal.
“Youbitch,”he snarled, and she rolled her neck, “Come fight me without your guns and we’ll see how much damage you can actually do.”
Ray stilled; her eyes bored as she looked at the man. He looked so small this far away, all his confident demeanor falling apart, inch by inch. If she were a better woman, she would’ve taken pity on him. But then he had gone ahead and baited her.
“Well?” he asked, and Ray snapped out of her thoughts. Blinking in surprise she raised her brows in question and he took a defensive position, a vulgar smile gracing his lips, “Fight me and find out. Or will you kill me like afucking–”
“No thank you.”
Bam.
Ray sighed as wisps of smoke escaped the tip of her gun and the man ahead fell to the ground with a bullet in his head.
“I’d rather use my gun.”
7
Angel couldn’t help it. He snorted.
Ray’s head snapped back in his direction, her eyes narrowed into a deadly glare as a small smile grazed his lips and he raised his hands in mock surrender. So that was the reason behind the dryness of her voice, he thought as he heard her sigh and saw her crouch down in front of the dead body.
This was the second time he’d seen her shoot someone.
It reminded him of things she was capable of. Angel blinked when he saw Ray remove her phone from her pocket and press it to her ear,
“Hello?” she said calmly, and he saw her grab the man’s cheek and shove his head to one side. His head tilted, trying and failing to catch a glimpse of the dark lines etched on the side of his neck, “Vera? Can you get the cleanup crew here? There’s a guy–”
She paused, “Yes, of course, he’s dead. Why the hell else would I call you?”
Verana’s response was muffled as Ray pressed the phone to her ear with her shoulder and bent to pick up the man’s phone and his gun from the ground. Angel crossed his arms and leaned against the wall when he saw her get up and brush the dust off her dress. She turned on the heels of her boots, her brows scrunched into a frown when she stepped forward. He didn’t notice until she stepped closer. Until she said something to Verana and ended the call.
Looked down at her phone with an odd look in her eyes.
It was then he caught the faintest signs of trembling in her hands. Her fingers balled into tight fists when she looked up and past him. At that moment, Angel didn’t seem to mind her lack of attention. He just watched her. A girl with blood on her boots. With a grimace on her face. Obviously not wanting to talk.
