![]() ![]() If you try something…” He doesn’t have to say what will happen if I try something. Why hasn’t the alarm gone off? The skinny guy picks up the gun I dropped and cleans up the blood on the floor with his shirt. The man next to Cas picks her up and heads out the front door while she mumbles about some Vincent guy. Get Cas in the truck and clean that blood off the floor.” “You a doctor or some shit?” the scarred man gripping my arm asks, looking down at me. That much is clear,” I exclaim, unable to help myself. “I’m not going to a hospital.” She pushes the man, and I see the bloodstain spread on her jeans. ![]() “Goddamn it, Casper! Sit the fuck still.” But as she does, her legs give out on her, and she lands back down on her ass. “I knew I should have shot that little shit with more than a rubber bullet,” the woman says, trying to pull herself to her feet. ![]() The one leaning over the dark-haired woman makes the writing on the back easy to read. I look around the room to see everyone is wearing leather jackets. I’ve heard a few other people call him that. “Is she Pinch’s bitch?” he asks, nodding at me. No one is here.” The skinny guy searching the house comes back to join us, a little out of breath. I’m not even sure if I’m breathing at this point. I can’t seem to form a sentence as I watch what’s playing out in front of me. Her eyes snap over to me, and she glares at me so hard she could give Scarred Guy a run for his money. ![]()
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