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known all the shit that would have followed, I wouldn’t have hesitated for a second, I’d have fuckin’ blasted a bullet straight between her eyes. Even if she put those lips around my cock the way she did. Even if she gave me the best head I’ve had in-
    “You… You’re saving me?”
    It’s Angel. She’s awake. I can barely hear her voice, but it still sounds like fuckin’ music when she speaks. I look at her in the rear view mirror.
    “Shut the fuck up! Just shut that fucking mouth! I don’t wanna hear a goddamn word out of you, bitch!”
    I’m shouting, slamming my hands on the wheel as I hammer the words out. I see her hunch up, like I’m about to turn and hit her.
    “I ain’t savin’ shit but my own ass! You got that? This is your fuckin’ fault! You think I’m fuckin’ stupid, bitch? Quit the fuckin’ sweet and innocent act! You know exactly what you’re fuckin’ doin’, don’t you bitch?”
    She’s too afraid to answer. I don’t even want to look at her, so I just grip the wheel and throw the car forward. Away from everything I thought I knew, and into a whole new world of shit.

Chapter Four
     
    I go back to Silver City, to the same inn I took Angel to last time. I figure if the owner hadn’t figured out anything was wrong the first time we were there, we can probably get away with it a second time. I park the car and turn around towards the back seat.
    “Same deal as last time. I got the gun, so you don’t run. Got it?”
    She nods.
    We get out the car, and I grab her by the arm as we walk through the door. I ring the bell at the desk. I can feel the needle marks and cuts on the bitch’s flesh, and I notice that her arm is a hell of a lot thinner too.
    It’s the same old guy that was there last time. Still limping down the stairs, still out of breath when he gets to the bottom. He smiles when he recognizes us, and drops it when he sees the state of Angel.
    “Oh, is everything alright?”
    “She fell off the back of my bike. My fault,” I smile and shrug, like I’m guilty. “Needs somewhere to rest up a little. She liked it here so much, I decided, why not? The prices are very reasonable.”
    He leans forward towards Angel, like he’s talkin’ to a fuckin’ kid, and says: “You should really wear a helmet.”
    I look at Angel with a hard expression that I hope she understands means she better not fuck this up. She nods, and I say: “She’s still a bit shaken up. A good quiet rest is what she needs right now.”
    “Well this is the perfect place for it.”
    “Absolutely.”
    “Jay and Angel, right?”
    I smile, like I’m really fuckin’ happy the old cocksucker remembered. “That’s us.”
    “Here you go.” He hands me a room key.
    “Thanks.”
    The old guy nods, takes my cash, and smiles. I grab a pizza menu from the desk, and we make our way up to the room. I’m still holdin’ her arm, but now it’s because I realize the bitch can’t even walk straight, she’s so fuckin’ weak and lost. She’s really fucked up, and I hope for both of our sakes that the guy wasn’t puttin’ on as much of an act as I was.
    We get inside, and I shove the bitch towards the bed, then start pacin’ around. I feel like the walls are closin’ in on me. A couple of weeks ago I had a sweet fuckin’ deal. The cut, the respect, the money. An hour ago, I had a choice between gettin’ Angel back and returning to the club, or goin’ it alone with Lilith. Now I have no fuckin’ brothers, nobody watchin’ my back, and Angel’s about one bad day away from eatin’ it.
    I look at her, sittin’ on the side of the bed and fidgetin’, scratchin’ her arms, avoidin’ my gaze. For a moment, the bruises and cuts disappear, and I see how knock-dead fuckin’ beautiful she is. Beautiful enough to make men do stupid things. Beautiful enough to make men sacrifice everything for her. Beautiful enough to get me into this fuckin’ mess. Dangerously beautiful. But she’s all I fuckin’ got