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A grin quirked at Gia’s lips. “You managed to snag both Shane Connor and Sebastian De Loren and hold them for eight years that the three of you were apart. I think you’re anything but stupid. But you aren’t always wise, are you, Alyssa?”
“What about you, Gia? You think this is wise?” Her brow arched curiously. “Walk away now. You’ve broken no laws; you’ve done nothing that Falcone even needs to know about. It doesn’t have to end badly.”
“You talk as though you have the upper hand,” Gia murmured, giving the gun a little wave. “I don’t believe that’s the case.”
“I believe it is.” Allowing a smug, confident expression to fill her face, Alyssa glanced over Gia’s shoulder.
Gia stilled completely, her eyes narrowing on Alyssa.
“Just lay the gun down,” Alyssa suggested softly. “It can be over just that easy.”
“I’m not stupid, either.” Gia smiled slowly.
“There the two of you are.” Summer headed toward them, frustration filling her expression. “Gia, Falcone needs you.”
Alyssa watched Gia’s eyes. Resignation filled her gaze, somber grief and acceptance.
“Don’t do it,” Alyssa whispered. “Don’t do it, Gia.”
“I hate that bitch!” Gia turned, swinging the gun around.
“No!” Alyssa yelled as she moved, pulling her feet to the bench and launching herself over the back of it at the other woman.
Alyssa caught Gia in midturn, but the force of her collision against the other woman’s shoulder sent the bench tilting back, rocking, then finally crashing to the one behind them.
Instinct had her reaching for the gun, grabbing Gia’s wrists, and trying to use the force to knock the gun from her hands.
She could hear Summer, but she was damned if she could make out a word of it.
“You bitch!” Gia cursed, and with a hard buck of her upper body nearly managed to pitch Alyssa off her.
Being short sucked.
Gia was taller, stronger, her bones a bit larger. She was built like Margot, while Alyssa knew her shorter, more delicate build was nothing to brag about in a fight.
Even her martial arts instructor had shaken his head at her more than once.
But she’d learned.
Swinging her elbow around, she caught Gia in the side of the head as her nails dug into the other woman’s wrist.
“Bitch!” Gia grunted again, managing to put her elbow in Alyssa’s side before Alyssa threw her head forward, slamming it into the other woman’s and hearing a satisfied cry of surprise and pain.
Alyssa quickly followed it up with her knee to Gia’s abdomen as they rolled again. Her hands nearly slipped from the wrists she was fighting to keep down, and the gun out of her direction.
Dammit. What made her think she could take on an Amazon anyway? This was ridiculous.
“I’ll kill you,” Gia grunted again as Alyssa managed to slam her knee into the other woman’s ribs. “You bitch!”
Hell, Gia needed to learn a few more insults. That one was getting old.
As they rolled again Gia managed a surprisingly hard blow to Alyssa’s face, bringing a grunt and silent curse at the thought of the bruise she would have for it.
As hard as she tried, as much effort as she put into it, size did matter, and Gia had quite a bit on her. Not to mention Gia’s advanced training. Before she could outmaneuver her, Gia had her on her back, lifting her arms, tearing her wrists, and the gun, from Alyssa’s hold.
“Dead.” Gia’s face contorted with rage as she tore her wrists from Alyssa’s hold. At the same time, her weight was lifted, shock on her face as the gun was torn from her grip and Shane tossed her to the floor like a sack of potatoes. Falcone held the gun, staring at it a second before his gaze moved to Gia where she lay on the carpet, staring up at the ceiling as she fought to catch her breath.
Reaching down, Shane quickly pulled Alyssa to her feet, his expression savage, his eyes so blue they were scary.
