Chapter Thirty-three
The garage door flung open.
“Get the f**k away from him, you bastard!”
Sam edged into the garage with a gun held straight out in front of her. It was aimed directly at Joey’s head. I had never been so relieved to see anyone in my life. She stopped, stood legs apart and braced the gun with both her hands. Joey hissed as he stepped back and raised his arms. The syringe was sticking out of my arm; the poison still trapped inside of it.
“Hey Joey-boy, allow me to introduce you to my saving grace. Angel, this is the dirtbag who dusted-off my friends. Dirtbag, this is Angel and she’ll shoot you in a heartbeat, you fucker.”
Joey’s eyes darted to Sam’s gun. “My, my, that’s a fancy gun for gal like you. Listen, Angel is it? Are you sure you can use that gun? You don’t want
