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My gut clenched thinking about it. That was not part of the plan. Not what I had bargained for.
Just get her out of here.
I went to meet her outside, and I could see her at the roundabout point, running. And then there was a crack in the air and we both ducked.
My shoulder burned and I frowned. I glanced down and saw a fray on my shirt. When I touched it, it was tender. I automatically ducked and rolled, lifting my weapon to fire back.
Holy fuck.
Sam. He had seen me. Son of a bitch.
He dove behind a set of barrels, and I could hear the bullets ping off with a clinking sound. I dove for what minimal coverage was in the brush. And before I knew it, Tabatha was running for me like an avenging angel, spraying cover fire.
I started to crawl, and she hauled me up by the back of my shirt, dragging me to my feet as we both booked it.
Once we were behind a retaining wall, we heard more footsteps and other gunfire. Goddamn it, we couldn't catch a break.
"Can you make it to the main road?"
"I'm not leaving you, and it looks like you could use me." She frowned at my shoulder. "I think that's a graze, but I won't know until I look at it."
"It doesn't matter. We need to get to the main road."
"You're okay?"
I glanced at her. And then I could see it. She didn't need me protecting her. She’d just saved my ass. That could have been bad if I had stayed there. We both stood up from the retaining wall. There were six gunmen now. More automatic weapons.
And then something from the north side. An explosion. There was shouting, running, and the gunmen split. Three were coming for Tabatha and me, and three headed in the direction of the explosion. One by one, the ones headed for the explosion were taken down. I could hear the pfft, pfft, pfft, sound of the bullets.
Tabs was up as soon as the second guy went down and fired at one of the three coming to us.
That left two.
It was my turn to grab her and haul and run just as I turned to deliver a bullet. Pop-pop. One hit, but the other one went wild. Then we booked it for the waiting car a quarter of a mile away.
And then bad news from the west. More cars.
Shit.
They were heading straight for our ride.
And suddenly, there was a whistle from the east. I turned in the direction of the whistle as a shot fired and took down the last guy I’d missed.
"Come on, looks like we have help."
"Who is that?"
"No fucking clue. But he has a ride, and we need out."
She nodded and followed behind, knives at the ready.
The car sped up to meet us, whipping around, driver's side open, and I leaned down, cursing under my breath. Drake Webster grinned back at me. "Looks like you need a fucking ride."
I opened the door for Tabatha and shoved her in.
"Who the hell?"
I slid in right behind her, shutting the door behind us. "Move."
