Page 86 of Her Ruthless Protector

“I am,” Gray said. Dex and Dalton, get over here.”

“Can’t,” Dalton said. “I’m elbows deep in a chest here in the audience.”

“I’m with you, Lieutenant,” Wyatt Leeds said over the comm.

Kane kept following A.J.. She skidded to a stop in front of a gray door that had words written in Arabic. She fumbled with her keys. He stilled her hand and grabbed them from her.

“I’ll unlock and open, you go in with the gun, isn’t that the way it goes?” she whispered.

“You stand way the hell out of the way because I have body armor, that’s the way it goes,” he whispered back.

She opened her mouth, then she nodded and went to the side of the door.

Kane quietly unlocked the door. He pushed it in a half inch. It squeaked.

Of course.

“Uncle?” a young voice asked in Arabic.

“Yes,” Kane answered in the same language.

“It’s going so much better than we thought it would,” came the same young voice. “I’m watching the video.”

Kane didn’t need to hear another word. He slammed the door open. It hit the wall. His gun easily found his target. The surprised look on the young man’s face was Kane’s focus, and he used it when he made his shot.

He tuned out A.J.’s gasp. No time for that. He needed to stop the gunfire. He needed to stop it now. Kane strode through the room and tapped the keyboard before even pushing the body the rest of the way out of the chair and sat down. Good, he hadn’t been locked out.

“Kane’s found and killed the guy operating the remote-control rifles,” A.J. was calmly reporting to the team into her mic.

“How soon can he shut down the shooting?” Max asked.

Kane looked at the code in Arabic. He didn’t read Arabic. Nor did this shit make sense. “Working on it now. Need a minute,” Kane said as his fingers hovered over the keyboard. He looked behind it to unplug the fucker. It was hardwired to a computer tower.

“We don’t have a fucking minute,” Max growled. “People are dying.”

Fuck this noise.

“Over here,” A.J. called.

Kane jerked up from the screen and keyboard.

All of the switches on the wall were labeled in Arabic, but they had to be connected to the stadium lighting because otherwise the little shit couldn’t have been connected to the big lights.

God.

Love.

Her.

A.J. was frantically pulling big levers and pressing switches from green to red.

Kane grinned. She was definitely on the right track. He pulled out the knife she loved so much and cut the power cord, then watched as the computer shut off…old school.

“Leo, how many more seconds before we know if the shooting stopped?” Kane asked.

“Four. Three. Two. One.”

“Anybody see a shot?” Kane demanded to know.