Page 72 of Jagger's Remorse

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Of course he has a fucking vest.

Scarlett reaches Mel, cuts her bonds.

Shoves her toward cover.

Scarlett shouts, "Run!"

A Three Devils member charges them.

Scarlett pivots, drives her knife up under his ribs.

Dropping him clean.

Spinning to face the next threat.

It's beautiful and terrible.

Poetic in violence.

Everything Diego taught her turned against him.

"Jagger!" Poncho's voice in my ear. "More Three Devils bastards are incoming!"

"How many?" I ask.

"Too many," he reports.

I fight my way toward Scarlett.

She's holding her own, but there are too many bodies.

Too many bullets.

Diego rises, blood on his lips.

Vest caught most of it, but not all.

He's hurt.

Pissed.

And focused entirely on her.

"You choose him?" He spits blood. "Over your family? Overme?"

"I choose myself," she snarls back.

They collide like hurricanes.

All their history in every strike.

Teacher versus student.

Creator versus creation.

She's faster.

He's stronger.

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