“Ah, you sure?” The guy looked at the gun then at her. “That’s a pretty…”
“Give me the fucking gun,” Jill growled, not in the mood for male bullshit. Once she was handed the gun, she opened the hopper of the gun she discarded to remove the paintballs. “Pink? Really?” She glared up at Jax, doing her best to ignore Slade who she knew was watching her every move.
“We have black.” Jax didn’t even hide his smile. “Those three have different colors than you or anyone else out here today so we can tell who gets the kill shot, and you got pink. Deal with it.”
“Yeah, you’re going to look pretty in pink, asshole,” Jill whispered to herself as she loaded her hopper, and then slammed it shut. When she straightened up, she noticed everyone staring at her with large grins, except for Steve who looked ready to bolt. “Said that out loud, didn’t I?”
“Pretty much a butt-pucker moment.” Steve nodded, looking at Jill like she’d lost her mind.
Jill glanced at Jax, who didn’t even look pissed, which surprised her. “Sorry, just have a competitive mentality going on right now. No disrespect.”
“Good. I’m glad you have that because you are all going to need it.” Jax nodded at her. “You got fifteen minutes before we hunt.”
“Say hello to my little friend.” Jared re-enacted the scene from Scarface.
“We’re fucked.” Steve turned, walking away, his head already dropped in defeat.
“Stop talking about your dick, Jared.” Sid loaded his hopper with a grin.
“If I whipped that out, we’d all be dead,” Jared shot back.
Jill rolled her eyes, their gross manly banter not even getting to her as she followed Steve and Adam, totally ignoring Slade as she passed him by inches. Dillon waited for her and she was surprised when he wrapped his arm around her shoulders, then messed her hair with his hand. “Where in the hell did little, quiet-as-a-mouse Jill go?”
Wrapping her empty arm around Dillon, she finally grinned a genuine smile. “Dead and buried.”
Once they arrived at an area far enough away that the Warriors couldn’t hear them, they stopped. “Okay, is it just me or is everyone freaked out about getting shot in the fucking head with a paintball?”
Dillon laughed. “Not on my top ten list of things I look forward to, but the key is not to get shot.”
“We’re fucked,” Steve repeated again.
“Will you stop saying that?” Adam growled. “We’re not fucked. We’re highly outnumbered, but I have a plan.”
Jill listened, but her eyes stayed on the Warriors who she could still see. Her frown deepened and her attitude became dangerous the more she watched them, one in particular.
“Awesome,” Steve nodded, looking relieved. “What’s the plan?”
“We need to split up,” Adam instructed, but stopped when Steve snorted.
“That’s a stupid-ass plan.” Steve shook his head. “Haven’t you watched any movies? When they split up, people die and we get shot in the freakin’ head with paintballs. I vote for a new plan.”
Stomach churning with anger, she watched as Slade laughed with ease with the other Warriors. She couldn’t shake the hurt his carefree laughter caused her. Just hours before, they had what she felt was the most amazing sex, which she freely and with all her heart went into with eyes wide open. What she didn’t expect was being treated like nothing after it was over. As if she was just another whore he had fucked and regretted. As if compelled, her arms lifted bringing the gun up, and one eye looked through the scope at her target…the Warrior who tore her heart out.
“Then what do you think we should do, Steve?” Adam shot back, no one watching Jill. “What awesome plan do you have?”
Closing her one eye, she moved the gun from his head, knowing their time hadn’t started so she couldn’t take him out…yet, then to his back. No, that wasn’t good either. She moved the gun lower, her aim directly dead center his ass. With a large smile of a woman scorned, she pulled the trigger and a feeling of vengeful release spread throughout her body as pink exploded across his ass. Slade didn’t even jump, but his head snapped around, his eyes finding her instantly as she still looked at him through the scope. “You’re mine,” he mouthed, his eyes promising things that didn’t go in her favor.
“What the fuck did you do?” Steve shrieked, looking from Jill to the Warriors, then spotted the pink on Slade’s ass. “Oh, shit!!”
“Dammit, Jill.” Adam threw his head back in disbelief. “What the fuck is wrong with you? We don’t have a plan.”