Page 103 of Wildest Forever

Rustling catches my attention coming from the living room and I stand with my back against the wall, holding the gun close to my chest. I inhale heavily, letting my eyes close for just a moment.

One.

Two.

Three.

I move around the door frame and point the gun at the blacked-out figure.

“Turn the fuck around,” my voice booms through the small living room and I see the figure spin, holding their hands up.

“Don't shoot,” he calls out and I step a little closer.

“The fuck you doing in my home?”

“I was sent here.”

“I don't give a fuck,” I growl, standing so close that if I was to pull the trigger, he would take the hit pretty hard... so would the wall.

“Look, I don't want no trouble,” I can hear the tremble in his voice, his accent thick and well spoken.

He isn't from around here.

“You were in trouble from the moment you broke into my home.”

“Please,” his voice cracks as I push the barrel of the gun against his chest, and he quivers.

Keeping the gun where it is, I slip it forward, pressing harder into his skin.

Reaching into my pocket, I grab my phone and press Riggs' name.

He answers on the first ring.

“I need you.”

I cut him off and pin my eyes to our masked stranger.

“Now, I am going to give you a friendly piece of advice.”

He says nothing but I can feel how fast the shotgun handle is moving up and down against my shoulder from how quickly his chest is rising and falling.

“You can either tell me what the fuck you're doing here and who sent you,” I look at him through my lashes, a stupid smirk on my lips. “Or,” I turn my spare hand towards me and look at my nails as if not phased in the slightest. “You can stay mute, and when my brother gets here, he will beat the words out of you.”

I shrug a shoulder up as if it really does not bother me when in fact, my blood is boiling beneath my skin that this no-good piece of shit is in my home.

He says nothing and I chuckle softly just as I hear the sound of tires crunching over the gravel.

“Wow, he made it over here in record time.” I glance behind me but keep the barrel of the gun pressed into him so if he even thinks about moving, all I have to do is pull the trigger. “I'm the nice one,” I click my tongue to the roof of my mouth.

Heavy boots crunch over the broken glass in the hallway, and I tilt my head to the side.The masked man turns his face to look at Riggs before his slits are back on me.

“I don't know nothing,” his voice is rushed, and I roll my eyes.

“Man, give over, you obviously do otherwise you wouldn't be here.”

“You're being far too kind brother,” Riggs is beside me, his face turned towards me before he focuses his attention on our new friend.

Riggs takes the gun from my hand and lifts it from the guy’s chest before pushing it back into him, using it to shove him against the wall.

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