Chapter 51: Kicks
3:37 A.M.
Red Dog Road
Tartan, Pennsylvania
It wasn’t the end for me, or so I believed and told myself. I rushed forward and kicked the Glock 27 out of Damian’s palms. The weapon flew upwards, twirled, and landed on the floorboards between us in the cabin where it clacked and lay still. To my surprise the gun didn’t go off, although it probably should have. A look of utter surprise covered his face, which was probably the same look that I had and didn’t even realize it.
Ridge fired off a shot behind his lover. The gun clicked and misfired. Perhaps I had the Devil on my side, looking out for my best interest. As I was being swooned by Lucifer, Ridge attempted to pop off another shot in my direction but something had jammed inside his gun. Too bad for him, the motherfu
