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Caine flashes a smile. “You’re holding it like a loaded grenade.”
“I guess that’s bad.”
Caine pulls me down behind another large tombstone. He fires off a couple of shots and reloads. I peek around the corner and see Tawny is huddling behind Liam, who is now shooting too. Gus must have given him his second gun.
Tawny tries to pull Jacob down, but he won’t let her. In a matter of seconds, he’s shot and hits the ground. Blood pours into the grass as the life drains from his body. The boss of Boston’s Irish mob is dead, but there’s no time for sentiment.
“Get down!”
Caine grabs the back of my dress and yanks me back behind the tombstone. “Fuck, Aurora. Are you trying to get killed?” he demands, following that statement with several choice words. “Hold the gun with both hands.”
I nod.
I lean around the other side of the tombstone and aim for the biggest of the Russians. I take a deep breath and squeeze the trigger. I hit him in the leg. He takes cover.
That’s when I see Lauren. She’s curled into a ball, hands protecting her head. Alone.
A hail of bullets sprays. Caine yanks me back to safety. He wraps his body around mine, protecting me. The gunshots ring out at a deafening volume.
“Fuck! Lauren!” I scream.
I try to lunge out from underneath Caine. He holds me fast.
“Stay here!” he shouts at me. He waves his hand, catching Killian’s attention. “Get Lauren.”
“Which one is Lauren?” Killian calls back.
I point. “She’s the blonde one.”
“Aye, Theo’s got her!”
I exhale. We huddle and wait for an opportunity to return fire.
“Who are they?” I ask.
“The big guy is Ivan Mikhailov,” Caine says. “He has a reputation for sadism.”
The sound of a gun jamming echoes through the air. I see an opening. Ivan is unguarded as he reloads.
“Now!” Theo’s gruff voice shouts.
“Stay here,” Caine hisses.
I’m already on my feet and charging Ivan. I tackle him to the ground. It’s a confusing flurry of fists. One minute I think I have the upper hand, the next he’s landed a blow. I get him in a grapple-hold and start choking. He sputters and thrashes in my grip. I pull my arm back harder, angling my elbow into his neck.
Hands grab for me, and I’m yanked by my hair to my feet. I scream. Whipping around, I claw at the man. Three more appear and grab me. Next thing I know, Ivan has me in a chokehold.
Frantically, I search for anyone who can save me only to see the O’Connors and the Dullahans have the Bratva surrounded. Ivan’s going to use me as a bargaining chip to get out of here. I’m about to be kidnapped for real this time. And this time, best-case scenario, I end up dead in a dumpster between here and New York.
Fuck.
Bodies and blood litter the cemetery. It’s a massacre.
“You wouldn’t dare gun us down like dogs. Not when we have your little biker slut,” Ivan grunts. His accent is thick and guttural.
“Kill them,” I hiss at Caine.
“You attack us at my father-in-law’s funeral?” Caine asks. I start, realizing I might not be the only one catching feelings. His eyes blaze with an otherworldly fury. Covered in blood with his normally immaculate blond hair, an unruly mess, he looks like a god of death and vengeance.
