Page 60 of Surviving Midnight

I creep toward them then watch in horror as another one of the Cobras comes out of nowhere, fully armed and his gun trained on my man.

Not on my watch.

I drop to a crouch, lift the gun and aim the best I can, cross my fingers then pull the trigger.

“Fuck!” he bellows as my shot takes out his knee.

I was aiming for his chest but that’ll do, I guess.

Running again, I head toward Zak as his eye lands on me, a look of relief washing over him before straight up fear fills his features, but by the time I realize what he’s seeing, it’s too late.

My head snaps back as something grabs my hair then my feet are off the ground as my body slams back into something solid, warm, and smelly.

“Hey there, sweetheart. Long time no see.”

Oh no.

No, no, no.

It’s the kid from MACs. I’d know that voice anywhere, and when the cold steel of a gun presses to the side of my head, the blood in my veins turns to ice.

“Let. Her. Go.” Zak keeps his gun aimed on mohawk while he lifts his other hand, a second gun now pointed toward us.

The lunatic tween laughs in my ear and tugs my hair harder. “I’ve got the upper hand, I think, freak. Seems I should be the one making requests.”

Zak takes a step towards us and cocks his gun. “I will shoot your bitch ass right between the eyes before you take your next breath if you don’t let her go right fucking now.”

“Nah.” He snickers. “Think I’ll take her back to the den with me, make her my own personal mouse. Maybe I’ll take advantage of all of herservices, give her everything you ain’t and make sure she knows her fucking place.” Another evil laugh. “On her knees with my dick in her mouth.”

Zak growls and aims both guns at us but stops when the Cobra tween moves the gun and presses the muzzle hard against my already bruised neck.

“Ah, ah, ah, freak. One more step and I’ll blow her pretty head right off. As a matter of fact…” He pulls my hair again. “Why don’t you just drop your weapons and put your hands on your head.”

“Fuck off—“

“Do it, Cy,” I groan, a plan flickering in my mind. He frowns, eye narrowed but I remain motionless, just hoping that he sees what I’m trying to show him. “Listen to him.”

The tween chuckles as he sniffs my hair. “Smartest thing anyone’s said all damn night. You get too smart, girl, and I’ll have to dumb ya down a bit. A night on the train in the yard should do it.”

Rage flashes on Zak’s face, which means this idiot isnottalking about heading to Denver for a day trip, but I still don’t flinch, just shift my eyes toward my hand this moron stupidly didn’t check.

The gun,I send to Zak.I still have my gun.

Understanding passes through his fabulous eye and he starts to lower his SIGs.

“Just don’t hurt her.”

“I’ll do whatever the fuck I want with her. She’s mine now, freak!”

I watch Zak set the guns on the grass and take one step back. The index finger on his left hand twitches almost imperceptibly and thank god for that because if I look down at all, the tween will know I’m up to something and then he’ll see my gun.

I follow Zak’s direction and inch my hand to the right a bit, another twitch, another inch and when his hand stops and points directly at the ground, I squeeze the trigger and pray I make contact.

Judging by the way my body is hurled forward and the shriek of pain behind me, I’d say I hit my mark.

Zak catches me before I faceplant, hugs me tight to his body and moves so fast I barely understand what’s happening. We spin, the gun leaves my hand, Zak aims, and the moron drops as my man fires into his thigh and once more in his bicep.

The cavalry arrives a few minutes later, Jackal and Pork Chop rushing back with a few other members, and the second someone from the Cobra Cons shouts,Roll out, my body sags against Zak so hard I might melt into a puddle on the ground.

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