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“Hey, asshole. How about you take on someone your own size?”
He whirled, but before he could rise, I snapped out a front kick. It caught him in the head and sent him sprawling.
I kicked the gun out of his hand. “Stand up. I’m going to beat you, the way you beat her.”
He rose, and I was gratified to see caution in his eyes.
“You’re just a fucking spoiled rich guy,” he gritted out, lifting his fists. “Bring it on.”
The fury sank into my veins. I lashed out with a right hook, and followed with a left uppercut. I hammered punches into him—face, chest, gut. He grunted and tried to defend himself.
But I was better trained, and had more motivation.
I didn’t let up. I kept punching until my knuckles were ripped and torn.
His face was bloody now. When I hit him again, he went down. Breathing heavily, I looked up and saw Colt and Dante watching, weapons in hand.
The man on the ground moaned, but I didn’t care about him anymore. I needed to get to London.
“Come on, let’s move.”
Suddenly, Colt whipped his gun up. “Look out!” My brother fired.
I spun and saw the man flop back on the ground. He had a second gun in his hand.
I glared at him and felt nothing.
Then I heard a gunshot echo from somewhere else and everything inside me stopped.
London.
I broke into a run, and I sprinted between the boats. Where was she?
Dimly, I was aware of Dante and Colt keeping up with me. We broke out into a larger open area. The first thing I saw was London’s sister by the water. She was tied to a chair and tipped over on her side. She was desperately trying to free herself.
London was on the ground nearby, wrestling with an older woman. I recognized her as one of the FBI agents. London’s friend, Vivian Lamb.
There was a gun resting on the ground as the pair fought wildly.
“Come on.” I picked up speed.
But there was still a lot of ground to cover to reach her.
Vivian grabbed London’s hair and yanked. Then she hit London in the face, where she’d been injured before. London cried out.
The older woman staggered to her feet. I saw her scan for the gun.
No. Fuck. I aimed and fired.
Vivian dived and rolled, I saw her hand reaching for the weapon.
London would be right in her line of fire.
I couldn’t lose her.
All my life, I’d acquired, invested, bought things I thought I needed. Things I thought would give me safety, security, happiness.
Now I knew while those things were nice, it was London I needed.
