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Chapter 20

Stone

W hen the door opened, my eyes immediately zeroed in on a man balls deep in a woman. “Patrick Falbo! What the hell was he doing here?” I mumbled more to myself than to Mordy. We both knew the most logical reason. It was the same thing that brought us here as well. Bird.

“Stay hidden,” I whispered to Mordy when we both ducked behind a booth. As soon as it registered in my brain who he was, blind rage raced full speed through my veins.

“No shite.”

“Where’s Bird?”

“I’m going to ask the fucker myself.” Mordy sadistically smirked, lifting Pookie and stuffing her into his back pocket.

He quietly crept closer to Patrick, and I was right behind him. My heart was pounding in my ears, and sweat rolled down my temple. Mordy lifted Bloodlust and wrapped his arm around Patrick’s throat as quick as lighting, and I drop-kicked the back of his knees.

“Fuck!” he yelped, falling to the ground. My eyes were on the woman, and at once, I froze.

“Where is she, you fecking maggot?” Mordy hissed, pushing Bloodlust further into Patrick’s skin.

“Bird?” I uttered the name in such confusion. The lady looked like the woman I loved, and to anyone who didn’t know Bird’s body like I did, they would believe it was her. It wasn’t. She didn’t mention having any sisters, so that couldn’t be a viable explanation either. But who was she?

“ éan ? Huh?” Mordy said in a hurry, his attention flickering to the woman. She lifted her hands behind the table and sat up before I realized what she was doing. She brought a handgun over her head and pointed it directly at Mordy. I pointed mine directly at her.

“Bird? Ha. You mean Regina Wright? Bleh. Even her name sounds fake. You want to know why? Because it is.”

“No shite, Cunty Sue. Give us something useful, or he’ll shoot,” Mordy answered in usual Mordy fashion, not fazed at all by the gun directed at him. “What about you, Falbo? You have anything useful before I slit your bastard throat for you?”

“I’m not saying shit about shit.” Patrick stood his ground.

“Suite yourself.” Mordy shrugged, pushing Bloodlust farther into Patrick’s skin, and a trickle of blood fell down his neckline.

“Wait! Don’t kill him!” the woman frantically said. “She’s in the trunk.”

“I don’t see a fecking elephant in the room, lass,” Mordy said through gritted teeth, his patience wearing thin.

“No, dummy. There is a car in the back room. She’s in that trunk.”

“And I’m the fecking president, wannabe Bird.” Mordy yanked his arm backward, and blood poured out of Patrick. Mordy released him, and Patrick’s hands were on his throat at once.

“I was telling the truth, but now I guess you die.” She adjusted her grip on the gun, and my eyes connected with Mordy’s. “Pookie!” he yelled and smiled, ripping something from the bear as he yanked it out of his pocket, tossing it at the woman.

“NO!” I yelled, but I trusted my brother’s instincts and ran as fast as my feet would carry me. When I reached the door, I looked back. Mordy was running in the opposite direction.

“You fecking promised,” he shouted when his hand gripped the doorknob and nodded for me to go through the one I was at on the opposite side. I didn’t want to leave him, but I had to trust him. I had to get to Bird. She was here. A blast thundered through my ears, and the wall behind me exploded, knocking me off my feet. I was hurt, but it would be okay. I scrambled to my feet and ran as fast as I could toward the blue car.