Page 105 of Extradition (Mobsters + Billionaires 1)
Hopper pulls his knife from my father’s chest.
Surreally, Hopper is quiet, almost respectful. Like maybe he’s giving me a moment of silence. I don’t know what to make of that either. He turns to me, finally, and pats my shoulder, eyes glistening in the bright kitchen lights.
“Luca didn’t want you to have to kill your father, but that you were willing to do it to save my life? He’ll remember that. And I know you’ve got a body count going tonight, but if it’ll make things better, this one’s on my tally.”
Weirdly enough, that does make it better. And I don’t know if I pulled the trigger to save his life or end my suffering, but I’ll take it either way.
“Thanks.”
He pulls me into a powerful half-hug. “Us bastards hafta stick together, huh?”
I lift my shoulder, needing to get out of this house. Hopper sends off a quick text, then gestures to the front door.
Nudging Sally’s body with his boot, Hopper tsks again. “It’s too bad his real son was so dumb. Like, who knew that the kid he pawned off on his mother would be a true badass, huh?”
“Yeah, Hopper. That’s a real head-scratcher.”
