“Shit. Shit. Holy motherfucking shit fuck!” Austin screamed.
“You still alive back there?” I questioned, trying not laugh when he didn’t sit up. The bullet was embedded no more than an inch above his chest in the backseat. His luck hadn’t run out, it seemed.
“I fucking hate this city!” He took a deep breath, sitting back.
I snickered. “That’s what makes it so great. It doesn’t give a shit if you like it or not.”
Not matter what, it would still be Chicago.
Chapter Six
Amelia
“Thank God,” I whispered, leaning into the car seat as Daniel closed the door.
“You were brilliant, ma’am,” Daniel said when he started the engine.
“Really? I thought it very ironic,” a man’s voice said.
My head whipped back, and there was Bo, his face only an inch from mine. Screaming, I jumped back, my hands reaching for the door handle.
“Fuckin’ Christ—never knew Noah had a thing for screamers,” he lifted a gun, pointing it toward Daniel. “Big fella, I’ma need you take a walk for a few minutes.”
Daniel didn’t move, just stared him down.
“You hard of hearing or something? Amelia, call off your man, here. I’m not gonna hurt you.”
“I would believe you, but the fact that you were hiding in the back of my car with a gun makes it kinda hard!” I yelled, and he stuck a finger in his ear.
“I am right fucking beside you. Please knock off your goddamn yelling! Jesus!” he yelled back, and Daniel reached for the gun. A bullet hit the dashboard, triggering the airbag, sadly on the right. “Try that again. Fuckin’ try it. And the next one goes in your mouth. If I was gonna kill you, Amelia, I wouldn’t let you know I was here, now would I? We gotta talk, and I’m sure you don’t want muscle brain hearing about it.”
I stared at him for a second, his eyes piercing mine. Finally, I glanced back to Daniel. “Go. I’m fine—”
“Ma’am.”
“Go!”
He gave Bo one more glare, which Bo returned with his middle finger. When the door shut behind him, I focused back on Bo.
“Help me with this,” he said, trying to push the seat down, the gun waving in his hand.
“Can you drop the gun?” I asked.
“What does my brother see in a weak wench like you?” He frowned at me, finally getting the seat down in order to sit beside me.
“Did you come all this way to scare me and piss me off?” I asked him.
“I came for a favor,” he replied.
“Again, was all of this needed?” I asked, waving my hands at all the destruction he had caused in such a short time.
He glared, his jaw cracking to the side. “Do you bitch at him like this, too, or am I special?”
“I know you’re brothers. You, on the other hand—”
“I’m sorry. I thought me getting rid of your mother’s corpse would make us close. My bad. Good speech you gave there, too. I’m sure none of them would have thought they were listening to a murderer,” he shot back.
“I didn’t—”