Tony fired the gun, a bullet hitting the wall under the cabinet. Savanna ducked back.
“You’re not so tough when I’m not tied,” Damen said.
Korbin kicked him, sending him sailing backward onto his back. Savanna leaned forward, watching Tony taking aim at Korbin. She opened the drawer and retrieved the gun as Korbin fired his weapon at Tony, making him crouch behind the passenger seat.
Savanna readied the pistol and aimed for Tony’s head while Korbin faced off with Damen again. He was back on his feet with the knife, an evil, confident gleam in his eyes.
“I should have taken care of you when I took care of those gang members who came after me.”
If the reminder that those gang members had cost him his wife bothered Korbin, he didn’t show it.
“You were such a pansy after that.” Damen continued to taunt him. “I always thought she made you too soft. She was the reason you started drifting away.”
“From crime?”
“You didn’t have a problem with it before you met her.”
“Maybe I finally grew up.”
“You think you’re so much better than everyone else.”
Korbin didn’t respond.
“I was glad when she got shot. I thought I’d get my friend back.”
While Korbin’s anger brewed into a dangerous storm that Damen recklessly stirred, Savanna saw Tony disappear from the passenger door. She searched for him through the windows. She saw him in the living room slide-out window. He shot at Korbin but the glass protected him.
Damen lunged with the knife again, catching Korbin on the arm, but Korbin slammed the gun alongside Damen’s head. Damen recovered quickly, ramming into Korbin, sending him stumbling backward. Knife raised, Damen tried to stab him in the chest. Korbin gripped the knife handle over Damen’s hand and the two fought for their own purpose. Damen to stab Korbin, Korbin to stop him. Damen blocked Korbin from swinging the gun again.
Moving closer, Savanna aimed her pistol. “Stop or I’ll shoot.”
Damen looked at the gun she held straight at his head. Then, slamming Korbin’s arm to the floor, he loosened Korbin’s grip on the gun. He snatched the pistol and began to move the barrel toward her. Seeing that Damen was about to shoot her, Korbin used both hands and turned the knife on Damen, sinking it into his chest. Savanna dived for the cover of the table as Damen fired.
Lying on her side, she watched Damen grip the handle of the embedded knife and slump to the floor, eyes on Korbin, wide with disbelief.
Panting for air, Savanna opened the side door and pointed her gun outside, looking for Tony. She spotted him behind the RV, peeking out to see her and then drawing out of the line of fire when he did.
Korbin dragged Damen’s body to the door. She got out of the way as he pushed it outside. Savanna looked away from the grotesque sight.
Korbin guided her into the RV. “Time to go. The gunfire is going to bring the cops.”
Numb, she stepped toward the front.
“I need you to drive. Can you?”
He’d just killed his friend...who was no longer his friend, but still. He’d killed someone and he was so methodical.