Page 59 of Hush (Fighting Fate)

Motherfucker!

Okay. Think. Quick!

I sneered at him, my gun still aimed at his head. “If you think I’m here for the girl, you’re stupider than I thought.”

The guy moved uneasily behind her. I could feel his nervousness in the air.

I moved closer. “Whose money do you think it is?”

The guy fidgeted again, but then he tensed, a resolve of some sort coming into his eyes. Not good.

“It’s mine now!” he yelled. “Turn around and walk away, and I might let her live.”

The knife strained against her throat. I looked at Kaeli, trying to gauge how she was holding up, but she was looking over my head, up at the grimy windows of the house behind me. I saw the knife cut into her flesh as he tightened his hold on her again. A tiny trickle of blood ran down her neck. Kaeli closed her eyes.

Game over. I checked my aim, and fired.

The guy dropped to the ground, the bullet hitting him right in the middle of his forehead. Kaeli fell to the ground with him, scrambling on her knees to get away from the dirty fucker. I wanted to go to her, but I had to get rid of Davo first.

“Davo, take the bag and get it back to the house. Text TJ and tell him what happened, and tell him I’ll make the delivery to Ken when it’s set.”

Davo just nodded, picked the bag up, and disappeared back into the shadows.

I went straight to Kaeli, helping her to her feet. “Are you alright?” I asked, frantic.

She looked up at me, her blue eyes wide. “You shot him.”

I sighed. I knew it was coming. I

was actually surprised it took killing someone for her to see the horror in me. “Kaeli, he was going to slit your throat.”

“I know! I didn’t mean that you shouldn’t have, I just can’t…you saved me,” she said, throwing her arms around my neck.

Fuck me! She was happy?! Man, I couldn’t work her out. I gave her a quick hug, wishing I could hold her longer. “Kaeli, we have to get out of here. The police are probably on their way.”

She nodded in understanding and we ran.

Chapter 41

Kaeli

My brain was blank. I was seriously spacing out.

Dead. The guy was dead. And Mitch had shot him. Dead.

Did I mention how the guy was dead?

I ran beside Mitch, his hand clamped tightly around mine like I was going to fall down at any moment. I wanted to say the chances of that happening were non-existent, but I was probably a lot closer to it becoming a reality than I knew.

I could still feel the point of the knife at my throat. I could still feel the shadow of the panic that had filled me. I could still hear the echo of the gunshot that had pierced the air.

“Not far now,” Mitch said soothingly in my ear.

Mitch was a cop. Wasn’t he? He was allowed to kill that guy because he was about to kill me. Right?

I trembled.

He must’ve been absolutely certain he had a clean shot. Right? He wouldn’t have taken it if he wasn’t. Would he?

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