To The End (Hannaford Prep, #4)

by J. Bree

Then I move. Cole doesn’t see it coming, none of the men do, only Avery and the Viper are unruffled as I shoot up from my seat, grab a fistful of Cole’s hair, and slam him face-first into the table. Blaise lurches forward but stops when I shoot him a look. He gets it, he understands from that one look what’s going on, so I know he can’t be that high. Cole knows how to take a beating and, fuck, he’s here to get in the cage and earn some green, but he’s so sure his place with the Jackal will keep him breathing tonight. That’s mistake number two. I lean forward and whisper in his ear, “Thank you for sending this message to your boss. I think he needs the reminder.” “Whatever it is, I’ll pass it on,” he mumbles, and I chuckle at him. “Yes, you will.” The flash of white as his eyes widen is the last sign of life from him before I stab him in the base of his skull, conscious of the fact I didn’t pack a spare change of clothes. My hands and forearms end up covered in blood, but it’s less intense than an arterial bleed. I let go of his hair and let his body slip to the ground. The Viper grunts at his men and a couple of them move quickly to dispose of the body.