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Again, as if I gave two shits.

“Just shoot him, I am dead anyway,” Banning whispered, already giving up. What a pussy!

“You think I’d give a fuck if you shot him? He is a traitor.”

I did not have time to play these games. Yesterday there were three guards if the third was still in the house he would’ve heard the gunshot.

Fuck talking, without another word I took my shot. Perfectly placed. Right in the forehead. One and done as my brother would say. The spray of blood hit Banning as guard number two collapsed. I watched in rapt fascination as the deputy director puked all over the dead guard. See? Just like I said, a pussy.

The sound of incoming helicopters filled the room as guard number three popped around the doorframe and started to spray the room with bullets. I didn’t have time to warn Banning to get down. His body was already convulsing as a spray of bullets almost cut him in half. Before I could take a shot, guard number three’s body jerked. Then he was falling. A double tap to the face.

That could only mean one thing.

I could hear the sound of windows breaking, and doors being kicked in. The room filled with men dressed in black. But I knew one of them was a woman. My woman. My warrior princess.

“What the fuck took you so long?” I wheezed out.

The adrenaline was quickly waning and the pain was coming back full force.

“God damn, Ghost. We came to rescue you, but it looks like you had all the fun,” Leo laughed.

“Don’t worry I left one for you.”

I kicked Sonreír in the gut and he moaned.

“He is mine.”

I heard a familiar voice from behind a facemask. I am pretty sure my jaw hit the floor when the President pulled his mask up and stalked towards Sonreír.

The President knelt down by Sonreír’s body grabbing a handful of hair he yanked his head back, “Who else?”

“Fuck you.”

The President yanked harder, “Who else in my government is a traitor?”

“I will die knowing.”

“Suit yourself. But I want you to die knowing I found your whore and your four sons. They will not live long enough to try and avenge their father’s or grandfather’s deaths. I made the mistake of allowing you to live. I will not make that mistake a second time.”

There were no other words, just the sound of a bullet cracking. Then silence.

Chapter Twenty Four

Jasmin

There he was. Standing there five feet from me, yet I could not get myself to move. He was alive. He looked like hell, but he never looked better to me. I felt my heart start beating again. I knew in my heart that he was still alive, but my head was fighting me, not allowing me to fully believe.

“C’mere baby,” Linc called out.

My legs would not move. I was glued in place even though I wanted to run to him. To hold him and kiss every part of him.

I could feel the adrenaline dump already starting, everything catching up with me.

He was alive.

“Baby. I’m okay.”

He slowly closed the distance between us.