Twenty-Six - Connor“Still too afraid to shoot me, huh?” Fang taunted me as he grabbed my rifle and used it to push me back.
“Why would I settle for shooting you, Fang? That’s like cheating. It’s far too easy to just take someone out with a gun. We need to have a real fight,” I told him.
“Then stop running your mouth and fight.” He pushed harder.
I realized I had been mistaken about Fang all this time. He was a smooth talker, and a smooth dresser. He almost always wore suits, usually a black suit with a dark red shirt and a black tie. He always wore that damn necklace with the fang hanging from it. He wasn’t built like the guys in the MC. He had a pretty narrow frame, and he kept himself very pretty by comparison to the people I was usually around. He didn’t seem like much of a fighter.
