Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

He looked up at me and laughed, but threw his hands up
and backed off.
Nothing had changed. He’d remember that.
“You’re going to need to go to the hospital again, Damon,”
Banks spoke up.
“Fuck that.” I blew out smoke. “Just butterfly bandage it.”
“Are you kidding?” she blurted out.
Rika blew through, carrying a small duffel bag and
wearing a black suit with her hair teased and wild. She
plucked the cigarette out of my mouth, quickly looking around
for Michael before she took a drag.
But pain suddenly sliced through me, and I hissed, “Shit,
Banks.”
She just shook her head, and I barely noticed as Rika stuck
the cigarette back between my lips.
I blew a few breaths, using what nails I had to dig into my
skin around the wound and detract at least a little of the pain.
I swallowed, looking at Rika who unzipped her bag and
started adding shit to it.
“We need guns,” I told her.
She didn’t look at me, only grabbed something out of her
bag and slammed it down on the counter next to me.
I looked down at it, arching a brow. “That’s not a gun.”
It was the dagger we gave her two years ago as a threat.
Coincidentally, the same one she stabbed me with then, too,
not very far from the wound I had now. Her cut wasn’t as
deep, though.
“It’s our way,” she answered, still focused on her task.
“Our way?”
What the hell did that mean?
She zipped up her bag and fixed me with a hard stare. “If
you want this town, we are not leading by creating a massacre