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Just as Holt had hoped. “You move weapons around. It’s not that hard.”
“There are causes that need support. A silent partner, of sorts.”
Holt had heard this speech from so many men. All of them twisted by the endless race for money. “You don’t care about ideals. You’re about collecting cash.”
“Are you trying to get me to kill you first?” Simon smiled. “No worries. That is the plan. Lindsey should see the man she thinks is so strong and perfect bleed out at her feet. Watch the life drain right out of him.”
Holt hit his maximum. There would never be a better time, what with Simon half pontificating and his weapon slightly lowered. Holt gave Lindsey’s hand a final squeeze and started moving.
He plowed into Simon’s legs as shots rang out over his head. He heard screaming, a woman’s voice, as wood and glass splintered above. The room broke into a volley of gunfire and banging sounds.
The dive had Simon falling back and his gun skittering across the floor. Holt heard thuds and crashes and wanted to look around and check on Lindsey, but all his focus stayed on Simon. She needed him gone. The world needed him gone.
But Simon wasn’t the type to go out without a fight. His knee caught Holt in the chin, making his teeth rattle. The older man’s legs flailed as he kicked out. Between the punching and shifting, Simon scooted across the floor on his backside with Holt right there chasing him.
When Simon got close to the wall, he flipped over to his hands and knees and crawled, quick and determined like a spider. Holt caught him in the back right before he lunged for the dropped gun. He kicked one of Simon’s legs out from under him and leaped onto his back. The move flattened Simon against the floor. He continued to thrash and rear back, but Holt refused to let go. He had his knife out and was about to deliver a slicing cut when shoes appeared in front of them. Boots to be exact.
Simon looked up and Holt followed his gaze. Shane stood there with a gun aimed right at Simon’s head.
Shane did not blink as his finger sat on the trigger. “I dare you to keep fighting.”
Holt didn’t realize he was breathing heavily until he rolled off Simon. The dropped gun wedged under his thigh. His side hit the floor and he conducted a frantic visual search for Lindsey. She sat a few feet away and when he nodded at her, she scrambled to her knees and fell against his chest. With one arm, he pulled her in tight. The other held the knife.
A quick glance around the room showed chaos in every corner. The walls and what little furniture was in there had been torn up and destroyed by gunshots. Todd lay on his back with a small round hole in the middle of his forehead.
Simon survived. That meant he would face charges. Not a perfect ending, but an ending of sorts, which was what Lindsey needed.
And Holt needed her.
Simon was babbling about something. Talking and arguing. Holt ignored it all. He was too busy with the woman in his arms and the thoughts bombarded his brain.
Then it hit him. Where they were and the weapons load nearby, and his brain snapped into action. “We have to get out of here.”
He was about to get up when Simon moved. Went from still, as Shane started to slip the zip ties on, to a fighting rage.
Simon came up off the floor yelling. Shane aimed his gun, but he was a beat too late. Holt grabbed Simon’s own gun and nailed him in the chest with a bullet. His eyes widened and his breaths came out in a wheeze. It only took a few seconds for him to slide to the floor in a motionless heap.
“This time check his pulse,” Cam called out from the other side of the room.
Shane said something back, but Holt missed it. He looked down at the woman in his arms. Her heartbeat thundered so hard he could feel it. A tremble moved through her every few seconds and he knew she’d need some time to work out what had happened today.
“Lindsey?” He wasn’t sure what to ask or how to help.
Those wide eyes stared up at him. “Take me home.”
Chapter Twenty
Lindsey gasped for breath as Holt pushed into her again. She lay sprawled on her big bed with Holt on top of her, tucked into the V between her legs. It had been this way for hours. They came home, showered and crawled right into bed. They hadn’t been out or without each other since.
The bed shook and her fingers curled into the sheets. She tried to regain control of her muscles but couldn’t. Her thighs trembled from the force of the pressure against his hips. The way he moved, plunged. He had her grabbing on to his back and not letting go.
She couldn’t take another second. She pinched his shoulder to let him know he needed to push her over the edge. No more sensual play. No more making her want him until it choked her.
