Page 31 of Property of Tacoma

Skid’s eyes bulge in surprise, and his jaw hits the ground.

Why do men always act so shocked when a woman fights back?

Who freaking knows, but I’ma’ use it to my advantage.

Running full speed at him, I drop to my knees and slide across the sand-covered path as if I’m stealing home plate.

Before he can react, I squeeze the trigger, and a bullet tears through his gut. The sound echoes between the buildings.

Hammer staggers backwards, his free hand clutching his stomach as blood seeps between his fingers. He looks down at the wound in disbelief, then back at me with a mix of shock and fury.

Yeah, dumbass. That really happened.

Turning my head, I lock eyes with Pete and RePete.

“Crazy fucking bitch!” Hammer shouts as he trips over his own feet, hauling ass out of the narrow walkway.

Skid stumbles on his feet, his face still a mask of disbelief.

“Let’s go!” Baldy shouts to his wounded brother.

“This ain’t over,” Skid shouts over his shoulder as he takes off.

“No. It never is,” I reply softly.

Bane groans from behind me, and I scramble over.

“Who the hell are you?” He asks, watching me cautiously as he labors to breathe.

I drop to a knee beside him. “The woman who just saved your ass. What’d you do to piss them off anyway?”

“They’re Sinners.”

I pop a brow. “Ain’t we all?”

He chuckles then groans, grabbing at his ribs. “No. I mean, they’re part of the Depraved Sinners. We’ve had beef with them for years.”

Ahhh. A rival club. Ain’t that always the case? “Well, I’m pretty sure that big fucker broke your ribs.”

“Yeah. I think you’re right.” He presses on the left side of his chest and hisses.

Rustling from behind me pulls my attention from Bane’s injuries. Spinning around on my knees, I lift my gun, ready to shoot another Sinner if I have to.

“Whoa! It’s just me.” Tacoma stands there with his hands raised, his eyebrows arched high. Then his gaze shifts to his brother, and his eyes narrow before shooting back at me with accusation.

Bane starts chuckling again. And again, he groans at the pain it causes. “Easy, brother. It wasn’t her this time.”

Tacoma gives me a sheepish look. “Sorry.”

“No. I get it. I did drop him earlier,” I acknowledge with a shrug.

“Would you stop saying that?” Bane grumbles, wincing as he tries to stand and fails, falling back onto his ass.

I roll my eyes. Whatever.

It’s the damn truth.

I climb to my feet as Tacoma walks over and we both reach out a hand to Bane. I expect him to swat my hand away and spout some macho bullshit about how he’s fine and can do it himself, but the big guy surprises me. He accepts both of our hands and lets us haul him off the ground.