“You need to work out more, man,” I snort. “You don’t fill out that jacket like I do.”
“Asshole. You’re never getting this s**t back now.”
We turn into a narrow alleyway so that we can cut across to the other side of the street. It’s only a block or two from here to my apartment building.
That’s when I hear two voices.
“…said it would be the one in the red jacket!”
Then, before either one of us can react, I see a tire iron swing out of the shadows and crash against the back of Cillian’s head.
It makes a sickening thunk. Cillian crumbles to the ground.
Fury burns through me as I whip around and grab the arm that holds the tire iron. I pull the son of a b***h out of the shadows and twist his arm before crashing it down against my knee.
The crack of bone snaps through the air, followe
