Page 62 of Fatality

“Going somewhere?” I tilt my head.

“I-I...” the leader of this pathetic gang stammers.

Cute.

“I-I...” I repeat, mocking him. “You fucking shot me.” I take another step forward. “But more importantly...”

I lean in.

“You thought you could take my territory and kill my rookies without consequences?” I tower over him. “Big mistake.”

I feel every muscle coil beneath my skin. I pull my fist back and swing.

One hit. That's all it takes.

The leader collapses. I stand over him, my breathing slightly hoarse from the gunshot wound.

“Already?” I sigh. “Oh, come on. We were just getting started.”

I nudge his leg with my boot to see if he's faking. He isn't.

I roll my eyes, bend down, grab him by the arm, and drag him toward my car.

I pop open the trunk and throw the little fucker inside before slamming it shut.

Then I turn back toward the fight or what used to be a fight.

Everything has stopped.

“All of you,” I shout. “Go back to your moms.”

I raise my bloodied hand.

“At the count of one, if any of you are still standing on my territory...”

I point toward Varek, Neo, and Ren.

“The mountain, the tornado and the short-haired asshole over there...” I grin. “They'll kill you. And I'll watch.”

I hold up three fingers.

Then lower one, some of them run.

Some stay, probably thinking I'm bluffing.

I lower the second finger, nobody moves for half a second. Then two more take off running.

Smart.

When I lower the last finger, a handful of idiots are still standing there.

I stare at them. They're convinced I won't actually do it, that I'll show mercy, that I won't let them die.

I already gave them a chance to live.

How fucking noble of me.

Especially when all I really wanted was to kill every last one of them for touching what belongs to me.