Page 46 of Restrain Me


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My eyes lock on the shooter slumping down onto the rooftop. I rush back into the penthouse, and when I reach Cami, I grab hold of her shoulders and haul her to her feet.

“W-what happened?” she stammers while I grab her purse and cell phone, shoving the items into her hands. I pull her to the elevator and press her back to the doors. “Stay right here and switch off your cell phone.”

She nods, her cheeks wet with tears and her eyes wide from shock while she does as I order.

I place my hand against her cheek and wipe a tear away with my thumb. “You’re going to be okay. I eliminated the threat, but he might not be alone. Stay right here.”

She nods again. “I won’t move.”

“Good girl,” I praise her before I can censor myself.

I rush to the stairs and sprint up them. Darting into the guest bedroom, I pull my duffle bag from where it was hidden beneath the bed and hurry out of the room again.

Reaching Cami in a couple of seconds, I grab the keycard from the stand and quickly swipe it to open the elevator doors.

I push her inside, and as we descend, I set the duffle bag down and pull out my Heckler & Koch submachine gun.

“Jesus,” Cami whispers, her eyes round as saucers on the weapon.

I pull the strap over my head, then dig my KA-BAR knife out, which I shove between the waistband of my pants and my belt to keep it in place at my side so I can grab it quickly if needed.

Zipping up the bag, I glance at her. “You’ll have to carry the bag so my hands are free.”

She nods wildly. “Okay.”

I lock eyes with her and take a second to praise her. “You’re doing good.”

Her tongue darts out to wet her lips. “Uh-huh.”

I gesture with a nod of my head, then order, “Stand in the corner by the panel and wait until I give the clear.”

“Okay.” Her gaze is wide on me as she presses her body into the corner of the elevator. She holds my duffle bag like a shield in front of her.

My eyes lock on the numbers as they tick down.

Three.

Two.

One.

Chapter 14

Cami

Holyyyyy shit.

Dressed in my shorts and T-shirt, I’m barefoot and rattled to hell and back.

This is insane.

My eyes are glued to Max, who looks calm and deadly compared to me, who’s a second away from becoming hysterical.

He’s badass.

The gun is freaking massive.

Dear God.

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