“I’d be real quiet,” Fritz told her. “Girl’s got a gun, Rita.”

Rita slammed her purse on the bar counter and faced me. “You conniving little bitch! What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

“I’m walking out of here,” I snapped at her. “Now shut your face up–”

“Like hell you will!” Oh, shit. She was going to go hysterical in a manner of seconds. And if the bitch went hysterical, others might hear her. And if the others heard her…I aimed the gun at her and then at Fritz. What the fuck was I meant to do about this?

“You shut up now or I’ll blow your head off!” I lamely threatened.

She looked right through me. “You’re a dumb bitch. This is going to kill my brother, and all for what? A hick Scorpion that kisses club bitches behind your back?”

I froze and the gun in my hands wavered. “What the hell did you just say?”

She didn’t respond. She just glared daggers at my head. Club bitches? What club bitches?

Then it hit me. You gotta be fucking kidding me. This bitch frequented the clubs in the city. Did she…

“It was you?” The disbelief was stifling for me. I blinked hard, and then took a deep breath. “The text? How…?”

She eyed me carefully. The threat of a bullet in her pretty little face seemed real to her after that sudden admittance, though I knew I’d never have actually done it.

“You talk right now, you little bitch!” I took a step closer to her so that the gun was right in her face.

Now she was sweating up a storm. “Remy followed you around forever and you were with the hick. It wasn’t hard following him around either. I wanted to speed the process up so he could come back home.”

“Why?” What was it with the Martinez family ruining people’s lives?! Was it in their fucking genes?

“Because I wanted him to fuck you and move on already. He’s obsessed with you. Has been obsessed the second his life fell apart, and you made it easier somehow.” Her face softened as her fear shone. She must have always known more than anybody else the extent of her brother’s obsession. “This is going to kill him, Sara, which makes what you’re doing so fucking wrong–”

“Don’t lecture me about wrong!”

“You’re going to fucking ruin him and he won’t be the same–”

I turned to Fritz. “Tie her up!” I demanded.

His eyes nearly popped out of his head. “What?”

“Either you tie her up or you punch her in the face right the fuck now!” I pierced Fritz with a cold blooded look.

“What do you think you’re doing?” She backed away from Fritz who looked apologetic approaching her.

“I can’t risk everyone else’s life in case you scream and this bitch here starts shooting everyone up,” he said to her.            

“Just tie me up, Fritz! I won’t scream! Fritz? Don’t even think–”

He swung at her.

Oh, my God.

Did he just… Did he just punch her? I didn’t actually think he’d do it! What the fuck? I gaped at him in shock as he caught her before she fell to the ground. Did she even deserve that?

This isn’t a time to question you morals, Sara. Right.

I’d expected him to rest her on the couch or… something, but Fritz settled her on the hard concrete floor as if she was a bag of potatoes. I guess he didn’t think highly of her either. She wasn’t going to be out for long, so I continued to usher him to the entrance doors.

“Your ass is so fucking grass, it’s not even fuckin’ funny, dumb one,” he muttered. “You still got a chance to get out of this. I’d stop right now if I were you.”

“Shut the fuck up,” I cursed, but it came out quieter than I’d have liked. I held the gun tighter in my hands. He was right. I really could have stopped right then and there and fixed this mess up. I could have declared insanity after the shoot-out. Could have convinced Remy I was petrified and wanted to get away from a dangerous place. I could have.

I didn’t.

We stepped out into the darkness. Not even the spotlights were on. This really was perfectly orchestrated. I followed Fritz to one of the pick-up trucks parked beside the almost empty bike section. My stomach dropped when I looked at Remy’s empty parking spot. This was going to be the last time I would be standing here.

Fritz opened the door of the white truck. “Go on, then. Take the car and leave before they come back and skin your ass alive.”

“I don’t fucking think so,” I retorted, motioning him into the driver’s side. “You’re going to get in there right now and drive me.”

“I ain’t–”

“Do you wanna die? I swear I’ll shoot you right the fuck now, Fritz. I swear!”

He shook his head. “You are fucked.”

He climbed in. I looked once more around us, hardly believing how deserted the clubhouse was. Then I shuffled into the passenger seat and ordered him to drive. He started the car and, once we were at the gates, swiped his card into the keycard lock. The lock’s light went from red to green, and the gates swung open.

I kept the gun aimed at Fritz’s head as he drove past it and onto the road. Ten seconds into the drive, he looked over at and me and stated, “We’re out of earshot. You can put the gun down now, Sara.”

Instant relief swept me. Sighing, I set the gun down and rested my head against the headrest of the seat. “Thank fuck.”

“You did well. I’m impressed.” He nodded his head in approval; it was the kind of pride you’d see in a parent watching their kid make the winning shot.

“Really?” I beamed at him, hardly able to suppress my satisfaction.

He nodded. “Oh, yeah. And the Rita thing – wow. I honestly did not see that fucking coming, woman.”

“You could have tied her up!”

“Didn’t have time. We needed to get that done quickly. You did fucking amazing.”

“You weren’t so bad yourself.” In fact, his acting was pretty incredible. It almost frightened me. Almost.

When Jaxon had directed me to put a gun to Fritz’s head, I’d almost lost it from the disbelief that it was Fritz who had been the insider from the start. This was the guy that spouted on and on about warring with the Scorpions.