Walk Through Fire (Page 160)

“No,” I returned. “What I mean is, you hurt him, you hurt High, you hurt any of them, I’ll hurt you.”

He found that amusing, so much so it was incredibly insulting.

While smiling big, he tipped his head to the side. “You’re threatening me while I hold a gun?”

“Wrong again,” I told him, shaking my head. “It’s insane but I’m trying to save your life. Seriously, you should get out of town.”

“I will not fall to Chaos,” he said with utter confidence.

“If you don’t leave and you also don’t fall to Chaos, you’ll still fall.”

“Chaos gash comes after me after I bring that Club low, that’s business I’ll be forced to take care of too.”

Gash.

He’d said that word before.

It wasn’t nice.

It also pissed me off.

I straightened my spine and squared my shoulders, sharing, “There’ll be only one storm mightier than the one your men unleashed today. You don’t mess with an old lady. You definitely don’t mess with an old lady’s man.”

He was still amused. “After I claim all of Denver, that’ll be an interesting challenge.”

He might hold the ace.

But his cards were still weak.

“I see your weakness,” I told him.

That amused him too. Greatly.

He lifted his brows over dancing eyes.

“I have a weakness?” he asked in disbelief.

“You don’t think gash have brains,” I shared.

“You’re not difficult to look at, Millie, but you aren’t being very smart, where you are, how you are, speaking to me the way you are.”

“You don’t think gash have brains,” I repeated. “So you can’t know we have them and we also have hearts. And if you don’t know any of that, you also don’t know we hold a mean grudge.”

“I know this,” he said in a way that made my skin tighten all over my body. “I ordered the dispatch of two of my soldiers. I did it with a witness. I did it knowing Chaos has gone pussy, taking their twat asses to the cops. So I know you’ll share with Mitch Lawson and Brock Lucas. And I don’t fucking care.”

That was crazy.

My voice was rising high when I asked, “You believe you’re untouchable?”

“I believe I get Chaos out of the way, I’ll be running Denver. And if I have to put down Chaos, along with Lawson, Lucas, and Delgado to do it, then that’ll get done.”

Delgado?

Hawk Delgado?

Elvira’s boss?

What did he have to do with all this?

I didn’t ask that.

I remarked, “So you’re gonna leave me alive.”

He tipped his head to the side and asked, “What did you see?”

He knew what I saw since it happened five minutes ago and I didn’t think it was smart to remind him that I saw it but I had a feeling he had an agenda and that agenda was not further harming me, so I said, “You told your man to shoot them and he did.”

“I wasn’t anywhere near here and that man doesn’t exist.”

Both were wrong but I had a feeling he could make it so they were right.

He kept speaking.

“In fact, later today, there will be a man who will come forward, confessing to these killings. He’ll have the gun used. And he’ll share all about how he did this in retribution for what was done to you.”

I stared at him some more.

I’d heard about things like that. Saw it on TV. A bad guy paying someone to take the fall, maybe promising to take care of his family, doing it huge to make it worth the sacrifice.

“Anyway, Millie,” he carried on. “A win isn’t really a win unless there are losers left standing.”

“So you’re gonna leave me alive,” I repeated.

“Yes,” he confirmed.

Okay, I was more than a little done.

“Could you do that about now?” I requested.

He grinned before he creeped me way the fuck out by saying, “You know, I think I actually like you.”

“I’m totally showering for three hours when I get home,” I muttered.

He burst out laughing.

I didn’t move a muscle.

He stopped laughing, lifted his gun, and I remained immobile, my eyes locked to his weapon as he wagged it at me.

“Yes, I like you. I get Judd. Those two uppity bitches who’re leading Allen and Kincaid around by their cocks, I don’t get. But you might be fun.”

I didn’t say anything because I couldn’t think of what to say.

Though I thought perhaps I should keep him talking. I figured the more he played with me, the longer he was hanging around, I knew Logan, Chaos, and more than likely Chaos’s cop buddies were tearing Denver apart looking for me, so they might find us. If he wanted to be standing around having a conversation when they did, it wasn’t me who was going to stop him.

Though I wished I hadn’t dropped the ice. My eye was hurting like a bitch.

“No comeback?” he prompted.

“My eye kinda hurts and this conversation is definitely getting boring,” I replied.

“Then I’ll leave you,” he said.

I tried not to look excited as I contradictorily tried to think of ways to get him to stay and do that without moving him to murder me.

“Would it be foolish to ask that you wait ten minutes after I leave before you make your call?” he requested.

“Yes,” I declined his request.

That amused him too.

God, I fucking hated this guy.

“When this is over, if you want to fuck a winner, I’ll be sure a line’s opened to you,” he offered.