OWN HER: A Dark Mafia Romance(181)

I took a deep, quiet breath, steadying my nerves and summoning the strength I needed in order to pull the trigger that one time. Just one shot was all I needed to pull off. The rest was going to be up to Cole.



I looked at the back of Fang’s head. One shot to his head would end it all. Shooting his leg to give Cole the chance to get out from underneath him still left a lot of room for error in my book.



My eyes met Cole’s green eyes again. He nodded slightly. I returned my eyes to the gun and my target. I readied myself for the shot, the single shot to Fang’s leg.



I steadied myself and squeezed.





Chapter 28




Cole



“I’m going to end you, Cole,” Fang growled, renewing his grip on his gun and on the rifle at my throat.



“Yeah, okay,” I said, yawning. “You better get on that. I’m willing to bet that Dante has already called the cleaner, and what you want to do isn’t going to matter once he shows up. If we’re all still here then, we’re all dead, but you know how that goes,” I told him. Really, I was just hoping Dante had the foresight to go head and get the cleaner on his way out before law enforcement showed up.



Then, I caught a glimpse of Sasha standing over Fang’s shoulder. She held one of our assault rifles in her hands, and she was creeping up on Fang. It was good to see her up on her feet and okay. She had cuts and dirt on her face and arms, and there was blood on her that probably came from the other guy in the car.



Something else looked different about her though. The cuts weren’t all. It wasn’t that the beautiful, thin blonde with blue eyes who usually kept herself immaculate was actually dirty for once. No, there was something in her eyes that hadn’t been there before. Something had changed inside her.



For one, she was holding a gun, and she wasn’t holding it daintily either. She gripped it like she meant business with it. She was on the offensive now with that gun. She wasn’t waiting for trouble to come her way this time. This time, she was bringing trouble to someone else, and judging by the way she kept eyeing Fang, it looked like she was bringing it to him, though it could have been argued very easily that he’d brought all of his troubles upon himself. And they were about to get a lot worse.



Sasha attacking Fang was like Dante attacking me. It represented a huge change in dynamics. That was a total shift for her. I knew what it meant, though. I knew it meant she’d finally made her decision. She had finally made her choice between the two of us, and I was glad to see it. And not just because I knew it was me.



I watched her while Fang kept spewing his drivel about how he was going to kill me and demolish the Hell’s Overlords MC. I wasn’t nervous anymore about it, though, because I knew that if was going to shoot me, he would have done it when he pulled out the gun. He couldn’t do it, because he knew he would be shot immediately afterwards, putting an end to all of it for him.



While he talked, distracting himself from what was really going on in front of him, I moved my hands into position so that once Sasha fired her gun, I’d be able to knock Fang’s handgun away and get myself out of harm’s way so I could finally end this.



It was almost daylight. This little game had gone on long enough, but I felt satisfied now that I would be able to have closure by putting one through his brain. If I had allowed it to happen too quickly, it wouldn’t have been satisfying at all.



With my hands in place, I nodded ever so slightly to Sasha.



“What? What are you looking at?” Fang snapped.



He turned his face, and I shoved the gun out of my face at the same time that she pulled the trigger. I felt the bullet shred Fang’s leg next to mine. It was like getting to feel a gunshot without the pain, and it was the most disgusting thing I’d ever felt in my life. I felt every single detail of the bullet’s entry.



He cried out and fired his handgun wildly to the side before I caught him in the jaw with the butt of my rifle, sending him sprawling out on the ground. He dropped his 9mm and grabbed his wounded leg. I stood up over him and put the barrel of my rifle against his head.



“Do it,” he said. “Pull the trigger. You’ve earned it, Cole Masterson. You and your old lady have defeated me fair and square.”



I stood with the gun pressed right against his forehead, watching him grip his wounded leg and hold back the cries of agony. For a brief moment, for just a split second, I considered letting him live and keeping him as a permanent prisoner of the MC, until the day came when we grew tired of keeping him around. I figured that letting him live like that could have been far worse than letting him off the hook by putting him down.