Page 158 of Filthy King (Five Points' Mob Collection 7)

He grunted as he stood, then carefully started stretching his shoulder. "Are you complaining about their incompetence when it could save our lives?"

"You know I’m contrary," I retorted as I returned to the door and peered through the old-fashioned lock.

My eye watered at the spot-lit area but I caught a glimpse of a parking lot beyond the hut which fit the short journey from the truck to this hellhole.

That was when I saw someone sneaking toward us.

"Someone's coming!" I grated out at Aidan.

Even as he surged toward me, it was too late—the person was there.

I jolted back and straightened to a standing position just as a bullet popped through the lock.

How I didn't shriek, I'd never know because I’d almost fucking died via a bullet to my goddamn eye! But it all happened in such a flash that, instead, as the door jerked open, I raised my flashlight high, feeling the heavy weight in my biceps, and I brought it down.

Right on the bastard's head.