Slade (The Protectors #6)(29)
“Good. I’m glad you have that because you are all going to need it.” Jax nodded at her. “You got fifteen minutes before we hunt.”
“Say hello to my little friend.” Jared re-enacted the scene from Scarface.
“We’re f*cked.” Steve turned, walking away, his head already dropped in defeat.
“Stop talking about your dick, Jared.” Sid loaded his hopper with a grin.
“If I whipped that out, we’d all be dead,” Jared shot back.
Jill rolled her eyes, their gross manly banter not even getting to her as she followed Steve and Adam, totally ignoring Slade as she passed him by inches. Dillon waited for her and she was surprised when he wrapped his arm around her shoulders, then messed her hair with his hand. “Where in the hell did little, quiet-as-a-mouse Jill go?”
Wrapping her empty arm around Dillon, she finally grinned a genuine smile. “Dead and buried.”
Once they arrived at an area far enough away that the Warriors couldn’t hear them, they stopped. “Okay, is it just me or is everyone freaked out about getting shot in the f*cking head with a paintball?”
Dillon laughed. “Not on my top ten list of things I look forward to, but the key is not to get shot.”
“We’re f*cked,” Steve repeated again.
“Will you stop saying that?” Adam growled. “We’re not f*cked. We’re highly outnumbered, but I have a plan.”
Jill listened, but her eyes stayed on the Warriors who she could still see. Her frown deepened and her attitude became dangerous the more she watched them, one in particular.
“Awesome,” Steve nodded, looking relieved. “What’s the plan?”
“We need to split up,” Adam instructed, but stopped when Steve snorted.
“That’s a stupid-ass plan.” Steve shook his head. “Haven’t you watched any movies? When they split up, people die and we get shot in the freakin’ head with paintballs. I vote for a new plan.”
Stomach churning with anger, she watched as Slade laughed with ease with the other Warriors. She couldn’t shake the hurt his carefree laughter caused her. Just hours before, they had what she felt was the most amazing sex, which she freely and with all her heart went into with eyes wide open. What she didn’t expect was being treated like nothing after it was over. As if she was just another whore he had f*cked and regretted. As if compelled, her arms lifted bringing the gun up, and one eye looked through the scope at her target…the Warrior who tore her heart out.
“Then what do you think we should do, Steve?” Adam shot back, no one watching Jill. “What awesome plan do you have?”
Closing her one eye, she moved the gun from his head, knowing their time hadn’t started so she couldn’t take him out…yet, then to his back. No, that wasn’t good either. She moved the gun lower, her aim directly dead center his ass. With a large smile of a woman scorned, she pulled the trigger and a feeling of vengeful release spread throughout her body as pink exploded across his ass. Slade didn’t even jump, but his head snapped around, his eyes finding her instantly as she still looked at him through the scope. “You’re mine,” he mouthed, his eyes promising things that didn’t go in her favor.
“What the f*ck did you do?” Steve shrieked, looking from Jill to the Warriors, then spotted the pink on Slade’s ass. “Oh, shit!!”
“Dammit, Jill.” Adam threw his head back in disbelief. “What the f*ck is wrong with you? We don’t have a plan.”
Jill went to answer, but dropped the gun quickly. “Yeah, we do.” She turned to take off. “Run!”
Okay, so now as she ran for her life, shooting Slade in the ass didn’t seem like such a good idea. Oh, who was she kidding; she’d do it again in a heartbeat, she just hated that it might have hurt her team. Running into the woods, Jill zig-zagged through trees and brush. Seeing a large tree, she stopped behind it to listen. What sounded like an elephant busting through the woods was Steve tripping, falling and rolling past her. Grabbing him, she pulled him up beside her. Putting her finger to her mouth, she then peeked around the tree. Seeing nothing, she let her breath ease out.
Hearing a branch snap had them both sucking in their breath. Peeking again, she saw Jared going from tree to tree, cocking his ear to listen. Glancing at Steve, she gave him a look. “Do you trust me?”
“Why?” He looked at her without any trust at all.
“I want you to take off running and don’t look back,” she whispered as low as possible.
“Ah, no.” Steve shook his head. “I got a better idea. You f*cking take off running.”
She looked again to see Jared getting closer. “Dammit, Steve, trust me.” She nodded toward the woods. “I swear I won’t let him shoot you.”
Steve just looked at her, then gritted his teeth. “If I get shot in my f*cking head, you will be my slave for life.”
“Just run, Steve, and don’t look back.” Jill pushed him away from the tree. She watched as Steve took off in a blur of movement. Jared spotted him and with a grin lifted his gun. Jill stepped out from behind the tree raising her hand and prayed that this would work. With everything she had, she took control of Jared’s gun and thankfully it was a surprise attack because his grip wasn’t tight. The gun flew out of his hands heading toward Jill. Once their eyes met, Jill threw her arm back before swinging it hard, sending the gun through the woods.