“I have to get them off our backs.”
“So, hand her over,” he argued.
I finally turned and looked at the three brothers through my one good eye. The other was still swollen. “Krista doesn’t want that.”
“Fuck what she wants. She has no idea what she’s asking.”
“Exactly,” I snapped, “and that’s why I have to do it.”
“Because she’s an idiot?” Parker snapped.
I rushed him without thinking, slamming him against the wall as my forearm pressed against his throat. “Watch it.”
His eyes twinkled in amusement as if I wouldn’t really kill him. Which I wouldn’t. It would break his sister’s heart, and that was one thing I wasn’t willing to do.
“She’s still good. Do you really want to ruin that by making her feel responsible for someone else’s death?”
“The hooker has it coming,” Parker growled.
“Maybe, but I won’t be the one to pull the trigger.”
Releasing him, I walked over to the bag and hoisted it over my shoulder.
“Going on your own is stupid,” he argued. “You’ll never get out alive.”
“Wait, are we arguing not to kill him now?” Jeff asked.
When all three of us turned to look at him, he shrugged. “Just trying to keep up. If you want him dead, let him go on his mission.”
“I’m going with you,” Parker grumbled.
“Me, too,” Liam spoke up.
“Not with that cowboy hat. You’ll stick out like a sore thumb.”
“Then I’ll take it off,” he gritted out.
I turned and looked at Jeff, who raised one eyebrow at me. “What? I’m not trained in this shit. Go off and play Rambo. I’ll look after the womenfolk.”
I snorted in amusement. “Trust me. Thewomenfolkdon’t need your protection.”
“Oh, I know that. I just thought it made me sound cool,” he grinned.
Sinner strode around the corner with Derek, stopping when he saw my bag. Sighing, he rolled his eyes.
“So, we’re doing this? Rushing off into the unknown? Going after the mafia? For the good of mankind?”
“Don’t worry. I’m not asking you to come.”
“Oh, I’ll definitely be there. Just wanted to make sure we were all on the same page.”
“Sorry, there’s no saving the world on this mission,” I retorted.
“Well, saving a hooker is sort of the same thing. I mean, they have a purpose in life just like the rest of us.”
Derek slowly turned and shot him a look. “Yes, saving mobsters one pussy at a time.”
“While stealing from them,” Sinner said, pointing a pistol finger at him. “Don’t forget that part. You know, I really think hookers are underrated. Not that I want one. I’m completely devoted to my Lollipop, but if you think about it, for centuries, hookers have used their wiles to infiltrate some of the deadliest regimes. Just think of all the intel that was gathered because of them.”