Page 161 of Himbo Hitman
I swallow thickly and force a smile. “Or you could stop targeting me and all my friends, and no one has to die.”
“Not possible. Yourfriendgot involved in my business. He asked for this.”
“Yikes, victim blaming in this day and age.”
Luther huffs and waves Arlie forward. “Either give us the names, or we’ll assume it’s all of them. Colin St. Clare’s gone, but who’s to say he didn’t tell his brother? Their little play soldier. Tommy?—”
Arlie glances back at Luther. “I told you: Tommy and Everett are with us.”
“Then where are they?”
“Keeping everyone in check.”
A corner of Luther’s lips curls wickedly. “I’ll believe it when I see it.”
He stands suddenly and stalks closer, pausing halfway between me and Arlie. “Give me the names!”
I’m about to tell him he can go and quite literally fuck himself when there’s a loud bang from the bar. The three of us jump, but while they’re on high alert, I have nothing to lose at this point.
I let off a shot that—shockingly—totally misses, so, in quite possibly the dumbest move I’ve ever made, I throw myself at armed people.
I launch at Luther, and the both of us tackle Arlie to the ground.
Danvers is still cursing up a storm, Arlie is trying to shove Luther off her, but I scramble higher on top of them both and throw my weight into them. I have no idea where her gun has gone or where mine landed, but I grab Luther’s bandaged arm and squeeze the ever-loving shit out of it.
He howls, the sort of sound I’m sure I’ll hear when I’m falling asleep at night, but I only grab harder and use his distraction to ram my elbow into his throat.
Arlie’s stopped fighting us, and I wonder if we’ve smothered her, but I’m all out of fucks to give at this point. My pulse rate is going so fast I’ve got tunnel vision, and all I know, all I can focus on is Luther.
Carson Alexander.
And ending this for good.
By any means possible.
“Perry!”
At first, my name means nothing, but then the trickling awareness of familiarity seeps in over the sound of Luther’s choking.
I swing toward the voice, and my heart drops.
St. Clare. Panting hard, hair in disarray, cheeks so red they looked slapped.
“Get out!” I scream at him, but the idiot runs toward me instead.
My distraction costs me.
Luther throws me off, and as I go flying, two things hit me at once.
First, Arlie has her gun, and it’s pointed at me.
Second, Danvers has mine and …
It’s pointed at St. Clare.
My whole world fucking stops.
The only thought in my mind isnot him!as I jump up and shove St. Clare out of the line of fire. He flings backward as a gunshot goes off, so loud I think it might have deafened me, and so suddenly it makes my whole body seize up. Two more quickly follow, but those sound far away. Muffled.
