Page 167 of Darling Psycho

“Don’t act like you care, Jay. I could give a shit.”

That’s when Jay rounded on Lawless, “and I could give a fuck what you think either, jackass, you’re not that important. Had I been aware this cock monkey had done anything to her, I wouldn’t have been sitting in his company. I care about Angela and what happens to her.”

Maybe. Maybe not. Lawless had no patience, and that’s when he fired, putting a bullet in Ruiz’s leg.

Naturally, with any gunfire, the crowd went wild.

The bodyguards moved in, waving their little toy guns around.

Ruiz screamed out in pain, as any pussy would.

“That was a warning. Tell me what I want to know.”

“Fuck you,” he told him in Spanish. “My people will rip her apart and then put her into a shipping container to be someone’s pet. You’ll never see your little whore again, and you’ll only have yourself to blame. Dogs need to learn to stay dogs.”

“I think he just called you a dog,” Jay chuckled, and that’s when he reached into his inside pocket and produced a weapon. Firing it into the air, “cops,” he yelled. All around them, the crowd scurried like rats on a sinking ship, Jay smirked at Lawless, “now you won’t have an audience for whatever hair-brained trigger you’re about to fly off on.”

The fuck did he want? His thanks?

Lawless was ready to blow the place apart, and that’s when, maybe wisely, Rider slid through the fracas and faced the wall of gun-toting bodyguards.

It wasn’t the first time he’d been in a standoff.

But this one meant the most.

His life was riding on it.

Every nerve ending was on fire. He felt a brother coming up behind him.

“Snake, get your boy under control while I defuse this fuckin’ situation.” The prez issued with authority.

Pulling rank like he thought it was okay to let Lawless know he couldn’t kill Ruiz.

A gurgled,angrygrowl rolled up his throat as he shrugged off Snake’s hand and pushed by Grinder. He had his phone out, looking at the tracker, and now every asshole had hurried out, taking their devices with them. The thing was working now.

A rush of adrenaline hit Lawless in the chest, seeing it blinking again.

Relief was as sweet as he’d ever felt it, but he couldn’t stop moving yet, not until he saw Angela.

It had been almost two long hours without her, and he couldn’t fucking breathe right.

Distracted, he didn’t hear the discharge of a weapon or the shouting.

Until he was bodily plowed out of the way, almost going down to his knees.

Only a second later, he wrenched around to see Jay had shot the goon who had tried to get at Lawless. The guy was a dead weight on the floor.

And Jay was bleeding, crunched over on the floor.

The asshole had taken a bullet for him.

What? Did he want a medal for it?

Casting him only a second look, Lawless turned and headed out, following the signal.

It took him outside, around the back of the block, into an overgrown wasteland.

Where the fuck was she?

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