Pit: The A**hole Club Series by Saffire Blue (summer books txt) 📕

it’s none of my business? You came to me. I should kill the bitch and be done with this.” He’s silent for a second. “Tell that shit to someone who cares.”

I move into the room right as he hangs up. Without a thought, I light up the four men in the room with him. They should’ve picked better company to keep.

“Hello, Danny. I hope that bitch you plan to kill doesn’t belong to me,” I say and tilt my head as I look at him. Skittles belongs to me, so by proxy so does Shawna. Danny looks at me like he’s going to shit his pants. I grin. “Let’s go, your bitch ass is coming with me. I have someone I want you to meet.”

See, nice and easy. That’s the way I needed this done. I can do nice.

Skittles

“Pit?” I inhale and murmur, reaching out for him.

The moment I fully wake, something doesn’t feel right. I’m in my bed where I fell asleep while Pit massaged my back. We came here to shower and change clothes after the plan was set to rescue Shawna.

We were to leave after dark, so I had time for a nap. I think I’ve been hoodwinked. My stomach sinks.

I sit up and know immediately, Pit is gone. Rage fills me. I know he didn’t do what I think he did. I told him I needed to do this.

I grab my phone and call him. It goes straight to voicemail. Tears sting the backs of my eyes. How could he do this to me?

I thought he understood how important this was to me. I needed to be there for Shawna, and I needed to be the one to give Danny the medicine he deserves.

“Fuck,” I roar.

I toss the covers back and hop out of the bed. Mentally, I try to think of which cars I have here this week to pick the most inconspicuous one. I might be better off taking my bike. I’m going to kick Will’s ass.

My chest grows tight. I can’t afford for anything to happen to him or Shawna. My world will fall apart, and I don’t think I’ll ever recover.

Pit isn’t the only one so in love he can’t breathe. I need him to be okay. I was supposed to be there to make sure he’s okay, to have his back, to make sure my cousin felt safe and okay.

I rush to dress in black jeans and a black thermal. I step into my black construction boots and lace them up quickly. I go to rush for my keys and head out, but freeze.

“Fuck it.”

I head back into the closet for my 9mm. My mom was a superhero for a reason. She fought her way through the hood and went to college where she studied her tail off. My dad met her as one of the members of his security detail for an event to honor his father.

From how she told it, it was love at first sight. He pulled her out to the garden and spent the night drilling her with questions. The next day he found out her address and sent her flowers.

They were engaged a few months after. Her environment and experiences made her a different kind of woman. She made sure I had the two educations she had and then refined them.

So yeah, I’m packing and I’m going after my man and my cousin. This is what I do. What I’ve been wanting to do for over two months.

I rush for the garage. It’s going to be the bike. I don’t know how much of a lead Pit has on me.

I open the door to my garage and Kid from Pit’s bar leans up against my Maserati like she owns the place. She looks up from her phone and pockets the device, folding her arms over her chest. I already don’t like the energy she’s giving off.

I’ve never had a problem with her, but if she wants one, she can get it. I ignore her and head to the rack where I keep my keys. None of them are there. I spin on Kid.

“What are you doing here and where are my keys?” I snarl.

“He told me to make sure you don’t leave. I have the keys.”

I pull my hair up and place the tie from my wrist on it. “Listen, right now, you’re standing between me and two important people to me. I have no problem going through you to get to them. So, you have two choices.

“Give me my keys and move out my way or take this ass whipping like a big girl, Kid, because I’m not playing with your ass,” I seethe.

She looks me up and down. “Yeah, that’s a no to both. He said not to touch you.”

“Well, that’s your problem because I sure am going to touch you if you don’t get out of my way.”

She shrugs her shoulders. “Try it. I’m not those girls from the bar. I’ve earned my stripes in the streets I’m from. Rich girls and tantrums don’t scare me,” she replies.

I laugh humorlessly. “Honey, the rich send their kids to get black belts and carrying licenses for hood rats like you.”

“You don’t know me,” she says.

“And you don’t know me, but you can get to know these hands. Give me my damn keys,” I yell, my chest heaving.

“No ma’am. Let Pit do Pit.”

“You know what?” I’ve had enough talking.

I charge at her, but I’m grab from behind. My arms are pinned in place. I spin out of the hold and kick the person in the chest, then take a fighting stance.

“Oh, fuck that.” The chick I kick coughs out. She glares at me through hazel eyes. She’s taller than me. Maybe five nine, but I’ll still whip that ass. She frowns at me. “I didn’t sign up for this shit.”

“I told you she was crazy,” Kid says.

I pull my gun, fed up. Tears build. I’ll show them both crazy.

“I’m exhausted, stressed the fuck