the door bursts open. A cloud of smoke fills the room, obscuring the faces of the men who enter. I release Ponytail’s deadweight as the mute motherfucker pulls his hand back to stab me again. Bracing myself for another strike, I flinch when a bullet whizzes by my ear. The weight of his body dropping to the floor jerks his thumb out of my mouth, and I unclench my jaw to spit out blood and chunks of flesh. “Nice shot, Loz,” says a familiar voice. Oh, thank holy fuck. “You two took your goddamn time,” I croak. “You’re lucky we came at all, asshole,” Dante says.
