Mercy (Sin City Outlaws #2)(33)

“I will f*cking crawl out of here with bullets flying if I have to.” Shaking my head I try and push the double vision out and focus my eyes.

“You ain’t leaving here tonight, we got heat back on us out front. You leave here looking like that, you’ll draw attention. Besides, we torched that stolen ride of yours, you ain’t got a ride out of here.”

“WHAT THE FUCK!” I roar, slamming my fist in the wall.

“Let your ol’ lady sleep, get a shower, and you can leave in the morning. I’m putting a couple of my men on you to make sure you keep your ass in that room, and if you so much as step foot out of it, they’re to put a bullet in your head.”



Jillian



A TALL GUY WITH AN INDIAN ethnicity strides into the room. Kane, I think his name is, along with a man with short brown hair and a matching beard. His face is round, his eyes soft. He has on a leather cut that reads Prospect just like Kane’s. Zeek limps into the room, shooting Kane and the other prospect looks of hatred. I understand why he is acting the way he is, but it’s still risky. What’s to say Bull won’t get tired of Zeek’s mouth and throw us both out? Or worse, kill us?

“You think you can handle her?” Bull asks stepping into the room and smiling big at me. I frown, pulling into myself. I really wish I had my gun, because right now, I’m completely at the mercy of the Devil’s Dust.

“I think Nova and I can handle her alright.” My eyes flick to the guy who must be Nova. Mr. Soft eyes.

“I think Bobby would disagree,” Nova jokes.

“Where did you learn to fight like that?” Bull asks, pulling a cigarette out of his pack.

I hug my legs tighter, and stay quiet. There was a reason why Zeek didn’t tell them about me. I’m a cop. No matter what Zeek did, me being law enforcement will dig both of our graves.

“Nobody is going to hurt you, darlin’. Ease up.”

Bull gives both his guys a look and steps away.

“What’s your name?” Kane asks. His cheek bones are sharp, his eyes dark with thick eyebrows. He has long dark hair that makes my hair look pathetic.

Realizing that I’m staring, I turn my head, and don’t answer.

“How long have you been with Zeek?” Nova asks.

“Don’t answer that,” Zeek adds, sitting next to me on the bed.

“You hungry?” Kane grabs the plate off the nightstand and slides it on the bed.

Looking at the food my stomach growls loudly. It clenches so hard I feel like I may vomit.

“Go ahead.” Kane pushes it farther onto the bed.

Not being able to resist any longer, I grab the sandwich and take a big bite. The juices from the turkey coat my tongue and I can’t help but moan.

“Easy, baby, any more of that I’m going to be prancing around here with a hard on.” Nova smiles, but his isn’t one of joking. I swallow, and can’t help but look at his crotch, which appears to be straining.

“Excuse me?” Zeek’s eyebrows nearly reach his hairline. My heart stutters, afraid Zeek is going to lunge off the bed towards Nova. Zeek stands, his shoulders tense and fists balled. “What’d you f*cking say to her?” He grabs out at Nova, and Kane steps between them, one of his hands on Zeek’s chest to push him back.

“Easy, he’s just being a dumbass.” Kane looks down at Nova as he takes a seat. “Do you have a death wish, man? You don’t make passes at someone else’s old lady. What the hell is wrong with you?”

“I was just messing around,” Nova shrugs. “Kinda.”

Shaking his head, Kane sits down.

I pull on Zeek’s shirt, urging him to sit down too. Looking over his shoulder he flicks a brow upward. “Sit down, it’s fine.” I tug on him again. “Please.”

Exhaling a breath, his body relaxes and he sits back down on the bed next to me.

Nova stands, swiping a chip from my plate. I eye him as he bites into it. That was my chip.

Zeek eyeballs him as the guy chomps loudly. His mouth shifting in an irritating way as he chews.

“What the f*ck, man, get your own food. Let her eat.” Kane’s dark face turns into one of anger. I can’t help but like Kane. He has a personality about him that I found myself being drawn to. Maybe I can rely on him if need be.

“Why don’t you two get the hell out, let us sleep?” Zeek has clearly had enough of this Nova guy.

“We’ll be right outside,” Kane warns, as he and Nova stand and leave.

“Why are we still here? We need to be going, they f*cking shot you!” I can’t help but raise my voice.

“It’s just for the night. Tomorrow we will be out of here and figuring out a Plan B.”

“Coming here backed us into a f*cking corner with nowhere else to go.” I slide down onto the bed.

“Coming here was the nowhere else to go, babe, I don’t have a clue what the hell we’re going to do tomorrow but Lip, he didn’t kill me for a reason, so for now we’re okay.”

“How does that help us though?”

“He might be the only one to help us, that’s a big might though. Lip and I have never been close, I don’t see that changing.” Zeek slides onto the bed more, kicking his boots off, a pistol falling to the floor. Sitting up on the bed I look over the mattress, eyeing the black weapon. Zeek shoots up, and grabs it, before eyeing me. His other hand holding his side.