Renegade Lady (Renegade Sons MC 1)(100)

“Fuck!” Timmons shouts, and then walks to her and knocks her to the floor.  “You can’t do shit right.”
He then turns to me.  “This one here has been my eyes and ears in the club.  She had one simple little job.  She just had to get you alone, but no, she couldn’t do that.  Couldn’t get Kidd into her bed either, but I’ve had you both.  I can’t say I blame Kidd.  You’re a much better fuck.”
While he talks, I notice Krista crawling towards me. My eyes narrow and I wonder what the hell she’s doing. I can see a knife sticking out of the waist band of her pants.  It’s not a gun, but it’s better than nothing.  I try to stay focused on Timmons, so he doesn’t know what she’s doing.  
He keeps on talking, and not paying any attention to her.  “Even though she can’t do shit right, at least she listens.  Her stupid sister wouldn’t do shit I said. Sarah was supposed to be my eyes and ears, getting me all the information she could about you, but she wouldn’t give me shit.  She was so in love,” He says love as if it’s a piece of shit he just stepped in, “with Kidd, that even though she hated you and couldn’t have him, she wouldn’t betray him like that.”
He lets out a bark of laughter.  “Look what happened. She ended up dead.  All her loyalty earned her was a toe tag.”
Maybe Sarah was a good person at heart. She was just so in love with Kidd that she was willing to hurt anyone that got in her way.  At least she used her words to hurt me, and didn’t put me back in this crazy motherfucker’s hands.  
“I decided to get my replacement, although this bitch really hasn’t been all that much better. At least, she wasn’t until I told her if she didn’t do what I said, her daughter would die.”
I go still.  What the fuck? Krista has a kid?  Then, memories of her mumbling through tears the other night pop into my head.   She kept telling me she had to protect Sarah, but I thought she was just so lost in her fear of Timmons, that she was just losing it.  Maybe the Sarah she was talking about is her daughter.  
I see her trying to make her way around Timmons, and I know I have to do something to keep his attention.  I swallow my fear and let the words flow. “Ok, enough with the fuckin’ small talk. Let’s get this over with. I’m bored.”
Timmons aims his gun higher, pointing it right between my eyes. “Should I put it between your pretty eyes or shoot between those sexy tits of yours?” he says, talking to himself.  
I know I’ve got to keep him talking, so I do something that I never thought I would ever do.  I run my hands up to my breast and give it a squeeze.  “You always did like my tits, didn’t you?”
He eyes glue to my chest, and he runs his tongue over his lips.  It’s so disgusting that I have to swallow down the bile rising into my throat.  “Yeah, I remember how you used to play with them.  You would bite down on my nipples so hard, I would scream.”
His free hand goes to his jeans and, I shit you not, the dumb fuck starts stroke himself through the denim.  I know I’ve got him now.  If I can just keep him occupied until Krista gets close enough for me to reach the knife, I may make it out of here alive.  “They were small back then, but they’re bigger now.  You could lay your dick between them and fuck them all night long.”
With those words, Timmons takes a step closer to me and starts to lower his gun.  As soon as I see it go down, I start to jump on him.  Before I get the chance, Krista is between us with the knife pointing at him.  A second later, I hear a gun blast and Krista drops to the floor in front of me.
I look down and see blood oozing from her chest. I freeze, staring at her and remembering the girl I killed. “Oh fuck.” I say, swaying, yet trying to regain composure. I need to help her, but I’m frozen in place.
Finally, I drop down beside her and use my hands to try to stop flow.  The entire time, Timmons rants about how she got in the way.  He didn’t mean to kill her. It was supposed to be me. I ignore him and try talking to Krista.  “Come on Krista, fight. Stay alive for me. Your baby needs you,” I say pleading.
When I say the word baby, Timmons goes nuts.  He starts pulling on his hair, screaming that I made him kill the mother of his child. “You are going to die, bitch.”
He raises his gun towards me, and I know this is the end.  In my mind, I’m saying my goodbyes to everyone I love and praying that I get to see Mindy again.