Page 51 of The Sinners Gambit

“I’m sure it is,” she deadpans before pointing. “I letAssdres go that way.”

“Come out, come out, wherever you are,Uncle.”

Quinnly skips next to us. “I got him good. Right in the shoulder. I’ll be needing the other half of my scissors back.”

I motion to the group as I put my finger to my lips and point. Once we’re quiet I can hear someone breathing heavily. I pull out a dagger and stealthily move to where the noise is coming from. I crouch down and stab Andres in the leg.

“Please, God, no!” he screams and lunges forward to run, but the injury is slowing him down. He turns to look at me to see if I’m following, which I’m not, but he runs straight into the barrel of the gun that Axel’s holding. Andres shoves his hands up to protect himself as Axel pulls the trigger. He screams with such ferocity.

“Come on, Andres,” I tease. “I was expecting more from the great Wildcat.”

Andres whimpers, “Please.” He turns to the left and is met by Killian who stabs him in the stomach.

“What happened, Uncle? Losing your edge in your old age?”

“I’m sorry . . . just let me go.” He runs again, forgetting about Quinnly. She looks beautifully manic holding the remaining half of her bloody scissors. Andres takes one look at her and steps back.

“Looks like we have a game of monkey in the middle!” Quinnly squeals. “Where are you gonna run to, big boy?” She’s grinning from ear to ear and raises her eyebrows at him.

“There’s nowhere left to run, not that you gave us much of a fight. You’re pathetic, really,” I say.

“Your mother didn’t think I was,” Andres snarks.

Grabbing a throwing blade, I chuck it at him, hitting him directly in the eye—I knew I wouldn’t miss the mark. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” he screams as he holds his eye, not daring to dislodge the blade.

“Bullseye!” Quinnly claps. “Well,Assdres-eye, or whatever.”

“You taught me well, Quinn.”

With only one good eye, he tries to run between Axel and Killian, but they grab him in a few short strides. “There’s nowhere left to run, Uncle. Now it’s time for us to exact our revenge.” Killian punches him in the face repeatedly.

I grab him by his hair and yank down, making him fall. Once he’s down, I kick him hard in the stomach and his pathetic dick.

“We’ll make you relive each injury you caused our parents. Every fucking cut, punch, and kick,” I say.

“I beg of you,” he pleads through the tears and blood streaming down his face.

Killian scoffs. “Not yet, but you will we really get started.”

“Okay,Wildcat,” I spit out, “maybe I can help you.”

“Please, yes, I’m sorry.” He grabs my legs.

“How about I help you with your eye? I’m a great trauma surgeon, you know.” I grab the hilt of the dagger, which makes him scream. I twist the blade and yank it out quickly making his eye pop out of the socket.

“Fuck!”

“If that’s trauma surgery, I think I can do it too,” Axel comments.

“Mi! You should show us more!” Quinnly says.

I smirk. “Like a full live anatomy lesson? Sounds like fun.”

“You get one last chance to try running,” Killian states.

Andres looks like he’s going to puke and faint, but he starts hobbling through the deliberate opening we leave. He starts to jog and then run as he holds his vacant eye socket.

“He’s running—” Axel starts.

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