Page 58 of King's Barber
“There’s only one way to come out, and I’m going to kill you. Are you fucking kidding me? That’s my room.” King slammed his fist against the door, shaking the whole thing. I paused, expecting it to come off its hinges, but it didn’t. By the time we both had our clothes on, he was more furious than ever.
“Now what?” I whispered, hoping King didn’t hear my voice.
Luke grabbed his gun holster and glanced at the window to the side of the room. My jaw dropped.
“No, Luke. Not out the window.”
He grinned as he slid on the holster. The bastard was enjoying this. “It’s either that or facing King. You choose.”
It wasn’t much of a choice. Taking a deep breath to stop myself from decking Luke and adding to the bruises already on his face, I glared and stormed toward the window, jerking it open. I glanced out, taking in the dead patch of grass beneath the second-floor bedroom. It was a sizable fall and it’d hurt.
“I can go first and catch you,” Luke murmured as the pounding grew even louder.
“Get lost,” I mumbled, slipping one leg through the window frame and then the other. I was trained for these kinds of escapes, but I had to balance between showing my skill while also hiding it so Luke didn’t grow suspicious. King’s bedroom had been a dumb idea.
I dropped to the ground and made a show of falling onto my ass, huffing in fake pain. Glaring up at Luke, I said, “Come on.”
He peeked out the window, grinning, and he wasn’t far behind me. He landed with far less grace and stumbled, crashing to his knees.
“Good spot for you to be,” I grumbled, helping him to his feet just as I heard a crash from the room above. “Shit. Move!” Dragging him with me, we ran around the clubhouse to avoid the loud, cursing King.
Luke laughed so much he nearly tripped, but I yanked him up and around to the front.
Shoving him when we got there, I pointed at him. “You nearly got us caught.”
He shrugged, his grin bordering on mischievous, and I wouldn’t put it past him wanting to do that again. “You’re the one who said to take you to a room.”
I stared up at the sky, praying for strength.
Bullet or kiss: I wasn’t sure which one it was going to be tonight.
