I hated this. I fucking hated it.
“Give me a gun and a knife. I’ll be fine.”
I lick my teeth, narrowing my eyes, “Tell me little bird, are you prepared to shoot a man?”
“I shot you,” she fires back.
“But not to kill,” I retaliate, “You shot me yes, but you couldn’t kill me. You couldn’t kill the man that kidnapped you. Hurt you. Kept you in his house. You couldn’t end the one life that would have stopped this whole thing.”
“That’s different.”
“Valentine is your father.”
“No, he is not.” She snaps as she tilts her chin up, staring at me, “I amnota Valentine.”
“A Lawson?” I say.
“No.”
“Then what?”
She stomps her way towards me, my very own little ball of fury, she stabs her finger into my chest, “I am a fucking Silver.”
Hearing her say it makes my cock jerk in my pants. Holy fucking shit.
I push away the burning desire to seal that fate and say, “How can you be sure you’ll put a bullet in his head if the time called for it?”
“I want to see his heart, Lex. That man deserves to die. I want to do it.”
I curl a finger beneath her chin, pressing a kiss to her lips, “I don’t want you there, baby.”
“You don’t have a choice.”
“There’s always a choice.”
“Not this time.”
I sigh and cross the room, pulling out a box from beneath the bed. Inside is a handgun, small and light and I hand it to her, along with a box of ammo. “This was my mothers. Her preferred weapon of choice.”
Wren weighs it in her hand and then tucks it into the back of her leggings.
I pull out a knife next, a dagger of sorts with a leather hilt and a sharp as fuck blade that glints in the low lighting of the room and hand it to her.
“Don’t cut yourself,” I grin.
She presses the tip of it against the side of my throat, the point nicking my skin enough for blood to well quickly and roll down the side of my neck.
“This’ll do.” She smirks.
I wipe the blood with my palm and cock a brow as she leans forward and licks it from my fingers, “Let’s go.”
Fucking damn siren.
Ryker climbs from the front seat and hops in the back as I climb behind the wheel and Wren slides into the front.
“Thirty minutes east,” Ryker says from behind, “guys are en route.”
“We kill him,” I tell him, “No hesitation.”