CHAPTER 21
TESS
Tess stared right into the barrel of a gun. The man holding it wore a blue tracksuit. There was something familiar about him, something she was seeing a lot of tonight. She pondered taking her chances, but then two more men entered the building. Both of them held big ass guns that should only be allowed in video games.
One of them looked down on Onyx, who was passed out on the floor. Then his gaze went to her. “That the egghead?”
She bit her lip, afraid she’d piss someone off and they would shoot her just to shut her up.
Progress, T-girl. That’s called progress.
Yay, me.
“Finally found you without Detta on your ass,” Tracksuit said, in a heavy Irish accent. “Been trailing you for days now. Guess today was my lucky day.”
She forced a watery smile into place. “Must be
