Page 138 of Full Throttle

“Ivan is dead.” This came from Dontell.

“Victor is dead.” Leon.

“Ron is dead.” This came from Mina, who was moving behind Dontell to stand beside me.

Kavi smiled. “Good to see you again, Mina.”

“Fuck you,” she spat.

He cocked his head to the side, puffing the cigar. “Tell me, how is little Cleo do—”

“I’m going to cut your fucking tongue out and feed it to you,” Dontell threatened, his voice sending goosebumps across my body. “My daughter’s name will not come from your mouth again. We clear, bitch?” he snarled.

My heart leaped to my throat. Oh, Dontell.

Mina’s head snapped to her man, and I could only imagine the look in her eyes.

“My brother ordered you to get up,” Cain clipped, pointing his gun at Kavi.

“And does your brother know you used to work for me?” the Bratva leader shot back.

“Get up, Kavi,” Xander growled.

Kavi looked at us all individually, and when his eyes came to me, he pursed his lips. “I thought the woman who had Cain wrapped around her finger would’ve been prettier. Such a pity.”

“The last thing I want is your poor excuse of a dick getting hard for me,” I told him with a smile.

He didn’t like that.

A shadow fell over his face, his polite composure vanishing all together. He moved then, slowly rising from the bench as we all lifted our guns to him. He took his time, zipping up his pants and buttoning his shirt. Then, he moved, walking around the bench before facing us again. Xander inched closer to him as Kavi came closer to me.

“You’re going to learn how to speak to me with respect, Ms. Wells,” Kavi said.

“Get on your fucking knees,” I barked, taking a step closer to him. He was surrounded. There was nothing he could do. All of his men were either dead or being held hostage. There was nothing he could—

He pulled out a gun out from behind the bench, pointing it directly at me.

The temperature in the room dropped.

Well, fuck.

“Tell your man to stand down, along with the rest of them,” he ordered.

Leon, Dontell, and Cain began barking orders, and I felt Mina get pulled away. My eyes went to his finger and discovered it wasn’t anywhere near the trigger yet. I knew I was good shot; I could hit him before he even had a chance to fire.

I pulled the trigger.

The bullet cut through the air.

I heard a grunt, and a second bullet was fired—but not from my gun.

Then, I was tackled to the ground as Kavi’s bullet flew past my head, going into the wall behind me.

There was more shouting, more rounds alongside sharp, distinct pops in my ear. Then I was being pulled up, and I twisted my neck, colliding with a familiar pale blue surrounded by splatters of blood. “Clover,” he breathed. There was blood on his face, his neck, and even some in that blonde hair I loved so much.

It terrified me in a way I’d never recover from.

“Cain,” I whispered.

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