28KillianAt the clubhouse, Bryce and I swung off our bikes nearly in unison, both running towards the front door. He glanced over at me, already pulling out his gun. “You ready?” he asked.
I nodded grimly. “I'm going first,” I told him. “If anyone's getting shot in here other than Emilio and his lackeys, it's going to be me.”
Bryce snorted. “You don't have to be the hero, Killian,” he said. “Besides, Dante’s Note needs you. Holley needs you, and Cole needs you. If anyone's going to get shot in here, it's going to be me. Plus, you were just shot a few weeks ago, and I know that bullet wounds leave impressive scars, and chicks dig scars. Share the wealth, man.”
I couldn't help laughing a little at that. “Fine,” I said, rolling my eyes, even though I really didn't like the idea of him goin
