“Fuck,” I swear, stepping closer to her. She lets off a shot, and it just misses my ear. “Fucking hell, Chanel.”
“Back the fuck up, or you’ll end up like your father.”
“Malik is here?” Keir’s voice comes from behind Chanel.
We both turn toward him and Joey. Keir barely spares us a glance before he looks past us to my father on the ground. “What happened here?” Keir asks, anger clearly evident in his voice.
“I shot him… the people-thieving asshole he is.”
“People thieving?” Joey asks, confused, his eyes narrowing in on her.
“Yes.” Chanel’s eyes lock on mine. “Seems Lucas here was buttering me up all along to give me to his father,” Chanel says.
Then all sets of eyes fall to me.
Joey raises his brows in surprise, and Keir gives me a hard stare.
I lied to him.
He’s just worked that out.
And the look on his face tells me he is not happy about it.
“What happened to your face?” Joey asks Chanel, ignoring the tension between Keir and me.
“His father.” Her eyes are pinned on me.
“So… what? You killed him?” Joey asks, confirming, wanting more information that I have no doubt she will provide.
“He not only took me, no thanks to Lucas, but he took my friend, who is in there with burns all over her body and God knows what else.”
“That’s why I’m here. I heard my doctor was called,” Keir says.
Fuck. He’s mad. His voice is calm, but if you know him, you know he’s anything but.
“I’m leaving. And, Lucas…” Chanel calls out to me, and I face her again. “If you so much as lay a hand on my brother or friend, I will come back and put a bullet in your head the same as your piece-of-shit father lying over there in the gutter where he belongs.” She spits at him, and I snap, taking a step in her direction. She raises the gun to my head, but Keir puts a hand out and stops me from going to her.
Was I going to hurt her? I don’t know.
But I had to be near her.
“Go inside, Lucas.”
I grind my teeth.
“Lucas.” Keir raises his voice.
“She needs to be seen by a doctor,” I say, nodding toward Chanel.
“No, I just need filth like you to leave me the fuck alone.”
“I’ll drive you. Where do you want to go?” Joey asks.
“You aren’t taking her anywhere,” I yell, Keir’s hand still holding me back.
“Take her to Sailor,” Keir tells him.
Joey nods and goes to reach out for Chanel, who still has the gun raised.