They’ve already had two calls from guests on this floor for noise complaints, and the hotel staff were just about to send up security when we pulled up with lights and sirens.
Room 3503 is our target, and every second that ticks by makes me want to crawl out of my skin.
“Dom!” he hisses, his voice sharp but low as I sprint full speed toward the hotel room. “Stop! Wait until we have backup!”
“I’m not fucking waiting,” I spit over my shoulder.There’s no fucking way I’m waiting.The instant we pulled up to the Swan, Shane instructed Officer Marks to call for backup while we headed inside.
He’s currently downstairs, manning the entrance and preventing anyone from coming into the hotel while simultaneously instructing the staff to call all guests on the thirty-fifth floor and keep them in their rooms.
But I’m not downstairs. I’m right here. And there’s not a fucking thing that’s going to stop me from getting to Hannah.
“No!” A female scream fills my ears, and I sprint faster toward the door.
Once I’m standing in front of it, Shane still a few steps behind me, I kick the fucker in, not giving a single shit about proper police protocol, because my Hannah is in that room.
“Dom! No!” Shane yells toward me, but when the door swings wide open, the word “Fuck!” follows soon after that.
The door bangs against the wall. I scan the room and find Monica, a girl from Call Me Anytime. And then I see Hannah. Both are bound by their hands and ankles.
But when I see Hannah’s mom, Sherry, sitting there, outright confusion and a double dose of fear clutch at my chest.
Oh, fuck!
“Dom!” Hannah screams at the top of her lungs. “Watch out!”
And it’s only then that I spot a woman storming toward me, her gun pointed directly at me. But I was so busy trying to get to Hannah that my gun is still holstered at my hip.
I grab for it, my hand quick as I do, but she has the drop on me, and the ringing sound of a gunshot ricochets off the walls and fills my ears.
Blinding pain is next, spreading like wildfire from my shoulder into my chest. My body jerks back, and everything moves so fast after that. Shane shoves me out of the way and catapults past me to tackle the assailant.
Hannah and Monica scream.
“I told you Gibbs and Tony were coming!” Sherry cheers.
The gun is on the floor now as Shane keeps the woman subdued beneath his body. “Get off me! This isn’t my fault! It’s Felix’s fault! I wouldn’t have done any of this if it wasn’t for him!”
“You are under arrest,” he says, his voice vibrating with anger and adrenaline. “Shut up and stay down.”
“Call Felix!” she shouts, but Shane is taking no bullshit.
“Shut the fuck up right now,” he orders as he maneuvers her arms behind her back and slaps a pair of handcuffs over her wrists.
“Dom!” Hannah screams, and it’s only then that I realize I’m leaning against the wall and my hand is clutched to my shoulder and chest.
I look down to see that I’m covered in blood.Son of a bitch. I’ve been hit.And I don’t have my vest on.
Once Shane has the woman cuffed, he rushes over toward me. “You good, partner?” he asks, his gaze laced with fear as he tries to assess my injury.
“I’ve been better.”
“Fuck,” he mutters as I let my body slide down the wall until my ass hits the floor. “Stay with me, man,” he says and adds an additional hand of pressure to my currently bleeding wound. “Just stay with me, okay? Keep your eyes open and keep talking to me.” He pulls his phone out of his pocket. “Officer down ... I need a medic now!”
“Dom?” Hannah’s beautiful voice fills my ears again, and I look over toward her. She’s still bound and sitting on the floor, but she’s actively trying to find a way to stand. “Dom! Are you okay? Is he okay, Shane?”
“I’m okay, baby,” I say, but my eyes are growing heavy. “I’m okay—”
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