Adrenaline Rush (Death Chasers MC 4)

Herrin looks nervous, and even though that only makes me a little more nervous about his trigger finger, it also…

For the first time ever, Herrin seems so…human. I’ve never seen him sweat until this very minute.

He shuffles to the side, and I’m forced to go with him.

It stays silent for too long…until that music starts playing again. Herrin’s never been toyed with, and I don’t like how unpredictable that makes him. Especially when his gun is still in my mouth.

Rush will kill me if I survive this just for putting him through this. I’ll never be allowed out of his sight again if his control issues escalate.

It’s going to be torture.

A single tear rolls down my cheek, unable to distract myself from the pain any longer, when Pop shoves the gun in deeper, an absent gesture he makes as the tension ratchets up.

After five more rounds pop off in quick succession, immediately dropping five fresh bodies.

Herrin’s eyes go as wild as an animal’s that’s been trapped in a corner.

His men start dropping to their stomachs in surrender.

“Get back on your fucking feet,” he snaps, even though he’s the only one with a bargaining chip.

Drex is missing, likely unconscious from his beating.

My heart slaps my throat and claps my toes at terrifying speeds when Rush stands abruptly, hands in the air, even as he holds his gun loosely on one index finger.

It’s not like he can shoot him unless he pulls that gun out of my mouth, and he’ll be dead the second he does.

I’ve yet to see how this works out well for me, and I really, really don’t want to die. My eyes water as I stare at Rush’s cold blue eyes that narrow just slightly on mine.

He looks annoyed with me. Annoyed? Annoyed is the emotion in his eyes right now?

“I suppose it’s easy for you to fuck up and get lazy when you underestimate the club your son runs,” Rush states with a cold smile, flicking his gaze so casually back to Herrin. “The big bad president of the once feared and admired Death Dealers stepped into his son’s warehouse without considering shit might not go his way without home court advantage,” he drawls, goading him more.

Herrin gives him a calculated grin. “I’m going to walk out of here, simply because there’s no way you can kill me without killing her as well. I’m a man who knows all, Rush. Don’t pretend she’s not your biggest weakness.”

Rush shrugs a shoulder, scratching his head with the barrel of his gun. “Why would I deny it? I’ve made it a point to ensure everyone knows she belongs to me. I’ve never really owned anything I don’t protect with a vengeance.”

Herrin snorts. “Pretty as that sounds, I’m about to walk out of here, and you’re going to let me.”

“We both know that can’t happen. You’ll kill her, so what’s the point in letting you walk out of here alive?” Rush asks in a bored tone, sounding eerily calm for this entire situation.

I feel more defeated than anything, and it’s all I can do not to sag to the floor. My energy is gone. My emotions are on the brink of suppressed hysteria. One more false move, and I’m going to crash into the world from a whole new angle.

“I worked very hard to set all this up, Herrin. Did you really think I wouldn’t prepare for at least one scenario like this? You, the man who built me into the man like only you truly know,” Rush says in a somewhat eerie tone.

To my right, I notice Dash’s brow furrowed, and I idly notice how Eve is pressed to his side, as though something is…wrong. Something’s changed that I’ve missed.

Dash is…in on this…

This was…this was a…

Holy shit…this was a trap.

My eyes widen, as Rush’s lips curve in a sinister grin, eyes narrowing on Herrin.

“In less than thirty minutes, I’ll have my girl, alive and well, and this all works out well for everyone in the end,” Rush tells Herrin in a cool, confident tone.

It’s subtle, but I feel Pop’s hand shake against my back.

Chapter 33

RUSH

Damn fucking woman. I’m going to wring her neck, chain her to the bed full time, and hide her from all society. She can’t be trusted not to get herself into a worse situation than I want.

She was supposed to be a spectator.

Not the fucking hostage.

Kara fucking Caine has gotten too damn soft.

Pinching the bridge of my nose, I work around the modicum of control I barely have as that lunatic taunts me with that gun in her mouth. I’m going to punish her for this.

Just as soon as I get us both out of this alive. Damn her for fucking up my plan that has been mostly sort of flawless, aside from a few hiccups.

“You want me to believe you planned for my gun to end up in her mouth?” Herrin asks in a chilling tone I don’t particularly care for, given the circumstances.