OWN HER: A Dark Mafia Romance(176)

“Good, now where the hell is Cole?” he hissed.



“I’m right behind you,” Cole said, and I felt Fang’s body tense up against mine. I figured Cole must have had his gun drawn on Fang the way Fang had his drawn on me.



“You idiot, put your gun down. See, unlike you, I can pull the trigger, and when I do, your precious little girlfriend bites the dust,” Fang snapped.



“Fair enough, but you have to ask yourself one thing first, Fang. Am I holding one of my assault rifles to your head, or is this one of the automatic weapons your boys brought in to play with a little while ago?”



I felt his grip on me loosen, and his gun shifted back from my head.



I took the opportunity to turn away from Fang, draw my weapon, and back myself towards Dante, who was also pulling his gun back up from the ground.



“Okay, you got me, Cole,” Fang said, raising his gun above his head. “Maybe we can talk now and work something out that will benefit both of us.”



“Can you believe this guy?” I asked Dante under my breath.



“Yeah, wanting to cut a deal. Just like a damn coward. He wants to be all big and bad until he’s caught. Then he just wants to be a snake,” Dante said.



Fang had something up his sleeve, though. Even in the nearly complete darkness around us, I could see his eyes smiling back at us. He was about to try to pull something at the last minute to get himself out of trouble. Classic Fang.



“Why doesn’t Cole just shoot him?” I asked, growing frustrated at the little game these two were playing.



“I think he wants a fight. This has built up long enough between the two of them. Cole isn’t going to want to shoot him at this point,” Dante explained.



“But he’s got him,” I argued.



“Oh yeah. I think he’s had numerous opportunities to drop him right then and there tonight, but he wants a fight. He wants the satisfaction of actually punching Fang, I think,” Dante continued. “You have to remember, Cole was brought into the MC by a bunch of old school guys. Bar fights were their thing. They used to start fights just for the hell of it. No reason. They’d get bored, have a few drinks, and start knocking the hell out of folks.”



“You’re kidding, right?” I asked, but from his laughter behind me, I knew he wasn’t. Maybe that was the reason for Fang’s unsettling smile. He knew Cole wasn’t about to shoot him. He knew he had an opportunity to still get the upper hand.



“I could shoot him from right here,” I told Dante. “I’ve got the perfect shot. Even I couldn’t miss it.”



“Cole would hate you forever if you did that. Don’t rob him of this,” Dante warned me.



That was when it happened. Cole was getting his fight after all. Fang dropped his gun and spun around. He grabbed Cole’s rifle and the two of them struggled for the firearm.



Dante and I relaxed. It was just the four of us now, and I got the feeling that Dante’s opinion of the fight was to let it take its course. He didn’t seem too worried about who the winner would be.



Maybe he was just too confident in Cole’s abilities as a brawler.





Chapter 26




Cole



“Still too afraid to shoot me, huh?” Fang taunted me as he grabbed my rifle and used it to push me back.



“Why would I settle for shooting you, Fang? That’s like cheating. It’s far too easy to just take someone out with a gun. We need to have a real fight,” I told him.



“Then stop running your mouth and fight.” He pushed harder.



I realized I had been mistaken about Fang all this time. He was a smooth talker, and a smooth dresser. He almost always wore suits, usually a black suit with a dark red shirt and a black tie. He always wore that damn necklace with the fang hanging from it. He wasn’t built like the guys in the MC. He had a pretty narrow frame, and he kept himself very pretty by comparison to the people I was usually around. He didn’t seem like much of a fighter. He seemed like the kind of guy who would rather shoot his enemies than engage them in an actual fight.



Honestly, I didn’t even expect him to use a gun. He struck me as someone who would rather have all his dirty work handled by someone else, keeping his pretty little hands clean. He was a bitch in my book. He may have been creepy up close with his evil clown smile and the serpentine way he moved, but that was just how he manipulated everyone into doing his dirty work for him.



He was proving me wrong tonight, and it was a damn shame to think that all of his talent was about to be put to waste when I finally got the chance to take his ass out. One of the reasons I wanted to force him to actually fight me was so that I could actually see who he really was underneath that creepy show he put on for everyone.