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I punched the accelerator harder, glancing sideways to find London’s Audi now gone.
Just get to them.
Vivienne was silent in the seat beside me as I worked the gears. Her eyes were wide. Her skin was pale. But her hand clenched around the gun’s grip didn’t tremble, not as far as I could tell anyway.
In an instant, the image of her lying over my brother in that shopping mall came rushing back. She was savage then, slashing the air with the shard of mirror in an attempt to protect him.
She’d need that savagery now.
No.
Colt would…
I yanked the wheel and tore through the streets, heading for the foul fucking place filled with dark corners and darker deeds. The place where these bastards hid. Where they schemed. Where they spewed their filth.
“Shoot to kill, Wildcat,” I muttered as I turned a corner. “And whatever you do…don’t fucking miss.”
The tires squealed as I yanked the wheel once more and wound down the window of the Chevy. Black sedans waited ahead, the bodyguards sitting inside. They weren’t waiting for me, which meant maybe word hadn’t yet reached them?
I should be so fucking lucky.
“Behind me, baby,” I growled and punched the brakes, swung the wheel, and skidded wide.
I slammed sideways, then yanked the handle and shoved. I was out of the car in an instant, lunging across the hood as the V8 engine throbbed underneath, and took aim as the first guard climbed out.
Crack!
I fired, taking him out, and swung my weapon.
I expected shots from behind me. I expected her screams of rage. But Vivienne was silent…until I fired again, then risked a glance over my shoulder….to find her running hell for fucking leather for the club.
“Fuck!” I roared as I fired again, but missed the asshole, who lifted his gun and fired back.
I stumbled backwards as the asshole’s shot hit the windshield of the Chevy, putting a neat fucking hole right in the middle of the thing. I unleashed a snarl, took aim again, and squeezed off a shot, hitting him in the chest. I needed to be that cold killer…but that goddamn woman was making me fucking panicked and full of white-hot, impulsive rage.
That I didn’t need…not here…not now.
I spun, driving my boots against the asphalt as I raced after her. But the moment I neared I caught sight of a massive bouncer standing outside the door.
She never missed a beat, just dropped her hand low to hide the gun behind her thigh as she screamed, “Please help me! My boyfriend has a gun! He…he attacked me!”
Of course, the asshole jerked his gaze to me, a savage glare narrowing in.
All she needed was to take the focus off herself. The moment she was close enough, she lifted her gun and pressed it against the big bastard’s side. “I don’t want to shoot you,” she urged, breathlessly. “Just let us inside.”
Stupid. Goddamn. Woman.
The asshole just lowered his gaze, narrowed in on her, and shook his head. “No—”
Bang!
The sound was muffled against his body. He jerked, then stumbled backwards and looked down.
“I gave you a choice,” she murmured as she stepped closer to reach out and snatch his passcard from his belt.
He stumbled, then fell to his knees. I lifted my gun and took aim. Crack! The bullet found its mark right in the center of his forehead before I met her gaze. “I said with me, Wildcat,” I snapped.
But she was already turning and pressing the card against the sensor. Locks opened with a click before she pushed through.
