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I can’t see or hear anything as my legs carry me backward, smashing me into the wall. I raise my hands instinctively as my vision begins to return, shimmering doubles and triples.
Felix roars as a bullet slams into the wall next to his head.
Then another shot goes off.
CHAPTERTEN
Felix
Two men were wearing police officer uniforms, one of them aiming his gun at me for athirdshot.
The first shot hit the wall and the second hit…I feel it, a pulsing in my shoulder where it clipped my skin, taking part of my shirt with it.
My head is reeling from the flash bang grenade, my vision splitting.
And maybe, before I met Freya, this would be it. The end for me.
I wouldn’t be able to push through this haze and find a way to survive.
But when I hear Freya screamagain, my instincts awake in a blaze of fire, heat, and fury. My gun flies from its holster as I duck to the side, falling to one knee and firing four rounds.
Nobody is ever going to hurt my woman.
The first man – the one who almost killed me – collapses to the floor, clutching his chest. The other turns, yelling as he drags his leg behind him, struggling to deal with the bullets lodged in his thigh.
Rising slowly, I walk over to the first man. He’s breathing rapidly, his hand reaching for his gun.
I kneel beside him, softly removing the gun, keeping my senses primed in case another bastard tries something.
“Are you the one?” the man says, his voice clearer than I expected.
His face is pale, his police officer’s uniform bloodied at the arm but not the chest.
“With the tattoo?” the man goes on, gritting his teeth like he’s mad. “I told that idiot to wait. Just tell me I got the right one, at least. We should’ve checked. I don’t want to die.”
His speech picks up as I continue to stare at him coldly, giving nothing away. But my mind is spinning into possibilities as I listen to him.
“Mr. Red didn’t tell you,” I murmur.
The man shakes his head. “Just the butterfly. I had to go for you either way. You get that, don’t you? We were going to get you under control, search for the tattoo…it’s just business. But you clearly know what you’re doing.”
“Yeah,” I grunt. “I do. Freya.”
“Yes?”
“Go and get your friend. We’re leaving now.”
The man stares up at me, eyes wide as though he’s waiting for the final bullet.
“You’re a lucky bastard,” I tell him. “Unless….”
Reaching down, I grab onto his shirt.
“Kevlar,” I say, laughing darkly. “Smart.”
I would’ve done the same if it wouldn’t draw attention to me.
“Why the cop get up?” I ask.
