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“I’ll take you,” Ethan reassured me.
“You think he’s taking you anywhere near a cop?” Danvers snorted a laugh, and I stepped back from him. “You’re well and truly fucked.”
Danvers turned to the table, reaching for his weapon, only he never got to it as Ethan tackled him to the ground and punched him so hard that Danvers fell back dazed. They grappled for a while, but Danvers crumpled in an unconscious heap after a final punch.
“What are you doing?!” I froze in horror, and Ethan had to shove me out of the room before locking the door behind them.
Ethan pulled his weapon and encouraged me towards the fire exit, saying nothing.
“I’m not going anywhere until I’ve seen a cop,” I said with stubborn intent.
With complete calm and deadly focus, Ethan pointed his gun at my head.
“We’re leaving.”
“What—”
“Now.”
ChapterFour
Ethan
Shit!It wasn’t supposed to happen this way. Kill the security cameras, grab the asset, and walk out of the federal building without stress—that was the plan. Not once did I imagine I’d have to put a gun to the asset’s head or knock out my boss. In another life, a better life, I’d never have gotten myself in a situation where I’d signed up for the skin job in the first place.
I couldn’t see a way out.
“You don’t have to hurt me,” Josh’s eyes were wide with fear. “I won’t say anything.”
My resolve weakened for a moment—maybe it would be better to take Josh back inside, ignore everything I’d seen and done that made my skin crawl.
I wasn’t the bad guy.
I could leave and then he’d move on with his life.
How long would any of us get to live after that?
I needed to move the asset—Josh—find somewhere to stop and give myself time to think. I hoped that I hadn’t fucked everything up.
“This way,” I gestured with the gun.
Josh took a couple of stumbling steps backward, holding his hands out in front of him. “Please, you know I have a son. His name is Ben. Let me at least say goodbye.Please.”
I didn’t have time to talk. We didn’t have long to get away from here—Ryder had warned me the hacked security protocols wouldn’t stand up for long if the feds rebooted the system. I was never happier to see the unmarked van ten feet ahead of us where the rest of my off-the-books team—loyal to me—were waiting. All I needed to do was get inside, and then I’d try to explain everything to Josh. I holstered my gun, then gripped Josh’s arm and dragged him toward temporary safety, but Josh fought so hard that even though I was bigger, stronger, and better-trained, it took me a while to get my footing.
“Open the fucking van, dammit!” I snapped into my com.
The side door opened, and my teammate and friend, comms specialist Ryder was right there with a deadly focused expression as he peered out.
“Camera blocking only has another two minutes max,” Ryder reported. “Get a fucking move on.” He reached out and grabbed Josh, who struggled to get away, but between him and me, Josh didn’t stand a chance, and we shoved him into the van, slamming the door shut, and with the other agent in this mess—Luca—in the driver’s seat, we sped away from the building.
“Let me go!” Josh tried to get to the door.
The van swerved, Luca cursing in the front seat. There would be cameras tracing the van’s every move, CCTV and local stores capturing it as it sped past at the ass-crack of dawn, and it was getting lighter, making our situation worse.
“What’s the plan?” Luca called from the front.
“Let me out!” Josh shouted back, still trying to get to the door, although whether he’d survive jumping out of the moving van was debatable. Ryder placed a hand over Josh’s mouth and another around his shoulder to stop him from squirming.
