Seething, Joren turned to square off with his boy. “I know we discussed you handling her yourself,” he said to Rowdy, making my heart fall to my stomach, “but fuck all of that. She lied, so she needs to be dealt with. Why are we even letting this bitch explain herself? We shoot first and never ask questions. That’s how this shit works!” The silence that followed was so heavy that you could hear a pen drop or, more accurately, the sound of Rowdy switching the safety off his gun. “Call her a bitch again,” he said through gritted teeth, “and I’m going to show you how this nine works.”
