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“Yep.”
Dom slams on his brakes and turns left. My whole body slams against the door no matter how hard I try to brace myself.
I can’t help but laugh at being thrown around like a fucking rag doll.
“You doing okay, kid? You’re not losing it on me over there are you?”
I chuckle. “No, I’m good. Never better.” I grab onto the handle and wait for the van to come to a stop. The second it does, I jump out with the AK in my grasp, slam the door shut, and rush to a dark corner of the warehouse we just pulled into.
Dom no doubt does the same, grabbing his own rifle and positioning himself in place.
I steady my breath, willing myself to hold it together even though the blood loss is making me a bit woozy. “Come on, Hayes,” I whisper. I don’t mean to, but I allow my mind to wander to June…the girl I fell in love with when I was just a broken-hearted kid. She was everything to me then, and everything to me now. Will she ever truly understand how much she means to me? And how I would give anything to make sure she’s safe? I’d rather die than let anyone hurt a single hair on her beautiful head. And even though he has a shit way of showing it, I think Dom feels the exact fucking same.
That’s why he’s here today—risking his life to come one step closer to finding out who has threatened her. He won’t stop until they’re six feet in the ground, and I will be with him to see it through. My only hope is that we succeed, because I can’t leave this world knowing that threat is still out there, lurking in the shadows and waiting for one of us to slip up so they can finish what they started.
The sound of tires skids along the pavement as the vehicles approach. My heartbeat pounds in my chest, and I bite at the inside of my lip as I steady myself for what’s to come. No matter what happens here today, I will not go down without a fight. And I will take out every single person who stands in my way.
Concealed in my spot, I watch both of the vehicles roll to a stop and park behind our empty van. I squint to look across the way, to where Dominic should be. But just as I am, he’s done a good job hiding himself in the darkness that lies beyond.
Three men exit one vehicle and two come out of the other.
Five to two. Not great odds, but we’ve had it worse and managed to make it out alive.
I wait, not yet moving and showing my cards. I’m at a disadvantage being injured so I have to be strategic about how I attack.
Dominic does the same, biding his time for an opportune moment.
“Spread out,” one of the men says to the others. “They could have gone on foot.”
“I fucking clipped the passenger,” one guy reveals arrogantly.
“Doesn’t mean you fucking killed him, asshole.” The first guy shoves the other. “Come on, they’re just runners. Follow orders, finish them off, and burn the product. Then we can get the fuck out of here.”
"Whatever." The guy who shot me holds his gun in hand and turns in my direction but doesn't spot me kneeling out of his line of sight.
Two of the other guys head toward where I assume Dominic is, and the other two make their way to both sides of the van.
They reach for the handles as a smile forms on my face.
I close my eyes and shield my head from the explosion that fills the building. The van was rigged to detonate when the driver's door was open. I'm just fucking grateful Dom was able to set it in place as he darted the fuck out of sight.
Things were sloppier than we planned for them to go, but at leastthatfucking worked. And if we’re lucky, two of the five have just been blown to smithereens, or at the very least, knocked out and giving us a better set of odds.
I blink through the thick smoke and debris that pollute the air, completely missing the fact that the guy who came my direction is right in fucking front of me.
“Oh shit,” I blurt out and raise my gun, blasting him in the head with the butt of it.
“You mother fucker,” the guy yells at me. He swings blindly and grabs me by the waist, yanking me to the concrete.
We wrestle around, my arm blazing fierce pain through me with each blow I take, but my willpower to live stronger than the agony to let it take me under.
“Stupid. Ass. Fucking. Fuck.” I punch him in the head, my fist aching at how hard his fucking skull is. “Are you a fucking robot?” I groan and scramble for either his gun or mine, something to end this once and for all.
"You fight like a little bitch," he spits out and lands a fist on my side.
That’s when I see it, my saving fucking grace. I latch onto the grip, kicking him in the face and freeing myself to fully grasp onto the gun, pointing it upward and shooting him right under his fucking chin.
His head snaps back, blood splatters onto me and the floor around us, and he falls right fucking on top of me.
