Page 144 of Himbo Hitman
“Eight … seven …”
I glance back at Everett. “Someone’s counting.”
Both of us jog toward a bank of windows that look out over the warehouse floor, and it takes me way too long for my eyes to adjust.
There are people everywhere. A huge group surrounding two in the middle and?—
St. Clare!
My gut bottoms out, and I’m about to turn and run to him when Tommy moves so fast it’s hard to track him. He kicks St.Clare, who folds to the ground, and then—Tommy pulls out his gun and presses it to my man’s head.
The blood drains from my body so fast I swear I hear it leave in awhooshthat rings in my ears. Pure, blinding rage replaces it, and all I know is that Tommy is dead. He’sfucking dead.
My gun’s in my hand faster than I know how to move, and I lift it, line up my shot?—
Before it’s flung from my grip.
Ever crashes into me from the side, and at first, I think we’re under attack, but then reality hits me as hard as I hit the ground.
It’s justmeunder attack.
From Everett.
With strength I didn’t know he had, he pulls my wounded arm high up my back. The scream I let out is all but silence as the pain shoots through my whole body, and then his hand comes down tight and immovable over my mouth.
“Don’t make a fucking sound.”
CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
ST. CLARE
Tommy’s whistling a chilling tune,gun still firm on my head, and every time I shift, he plants it there harder, like he’s reminding me what a fucking psycho he is.
“Why do we care if you shoot him?” one of the men around us asks.
“Youdon’t. Colin will.”
“How do we even know that’s his brother?”
Tommy shrugs as a bead of sweat slips down my back. “Don’t get him, then. But it won’t take him long to identify what I leave you.”
“Iamhis brother,” I shout before Tommy calls their bluff and leaves me in a puddle of my own gray matter. “Tell him Reilly is here.”
At first, no one moves, and then, a shadow on the left shifts. The man steps back and, after a hushed conversation with the woman in charge, leaves.
“Ahh …” Tommy says. “So youdoknow where he is?”
“We didn’t say that.”
“Didn’t need to, pumpkin. And I bet he’s not going to be happy when he walks in and sees this.”
“What do you want with him?”
“I heard there’s a lot of money on his head.”
My skin cools, goose bumps prickling along the surface. Tommy said he wasn’t a hitman. Is he working with Arlie and Ever? Is that why they said yes to this job? Have I led them to my brother and sealed his fate?
The way my stomach churns almost has me doubling over. “You can’t hurt him.”
