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“That’s something I still need to find the answer to,”I answer honestly.
She holsters her weapon with her free hand. She could shoot me with the damn thing. Apparently, she seems to have me under her own kind of spell.
“Good shot earlier, much better the second time around,”I chide her.
“I’m not supposed to shoot to kill,” she snaps back.
“It’s your life against theirs. You always put yourself first. There are no second chances. Remember that next time,”I walk us out between the containers, spotting Grayson in front of me.
“There won’t be a next time,” she mutters to herself.Even looking slightly disheveled, with splatters of blood over her. To me, she is pure perfection.
I hope she’s right and there won’t be a next time. Yet, something is screaming at me that isn’t true.
Grayson’s head tilts to the side as we approach, his blue eyes focusing on the cuffs.One of his brows raises. “Boss?”
“I cuffed her, don’t worry. Detective Zara O’Reilly, meet my right-hand man, Grayson Ward.”
Grayson shifts on his feet, and his lips thin. He has a dead body next to his feet. Zara flicks her gaze from it to Grayson.
“Good to meet you, I guess,” Grayson says, then turns his attention to me. “We really need to go. Jax and Keller are taking care of the last of the guys behind the warehouse.”
“Excellent. I’ll meet you later.” I tug on her arm, breaking her stare at Grayson.
She takes a step closer to me, now flush against my side, which causes my mouth and brain to disconnect.
“Good girl,” I rasp.
She stiffens beside me.
Shit.
Electricity fizzles around us.
Grayson clears his throat. “Enzo has the clean-up crew on the way. I’ll do a quick count to see how many guys we lost.”
His little dose of reality reminds me, Romano has to die.
“I’ll take Zara with me. You head back with Keller? Text me the location. I’ll have to take your Audi.”
With a grumble, he tosses me his keys.
As I go to walk away, I turn back to face Grayson. “Good work today, G. We are one hell of a team.”
He smiles back at me and slowly nods. “Yeah, we are.”
I look back towards Zara, who’s watching our interaction intently. Tugging on her wrist, I set a brisk pace.
She stumbles forward and walks beside me. Stepping over bodies, I’m surprised she’s keeping her lips shut. I know her brain is working overtime as we approach Grayson’s car.
Spotting the bobby pin in her hair, she sucks in a breath as I slide it out and open the metal up. She watches intently as I straighten it out and bend the top half over. Pulling our cuffed hands up in front of my face, I stick the makeshift key into the hole and jab around until it clicks, freeing my wrist.
She subtly nods her head, holding out her free hand.
“Let me try,” she says.
I grin, placing it in her hand.
“Just wiggle it about until you feel it click.”
