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“I can’t do that now, can I?”
“Why not?”
“Because you’ll just go running to that cop boyfriend of yours, and I’m screwed.”
“I won’t.”
“Liar!” He lunged at her, hands curling as if he was already imagining her neck in his grasp. She kicked up, nailing him in the balls. He stumbled back, and she kicked again, but he was just out of her reach. Damn it. Pain cut into her wrist as the handcuff restricted her.
She slipped off her shoes, holding one as a weapon, and hurled the other one at the asshole’s head. The spike of the heel hit her target, drilled him right in between the eyes.
He stumbled, slamming into the wall of the van. A loud clang and a bang echoed around them as he tripped over the chair he’d forced her into to film that stupid video. First thing she was going to do was delete it. She did nothing wrong, and he was just a spoiled brat who was pissed Mommy’s sponsors were dropping her left and right, digging into his spending money.
She yanked at the handcuff, wishing like hell she had worn an updo today. But no, she wore her hair down because she knew Reid liked it that way, and now she was without a bobby pin. Of course, pleasing a man would backfire on her in the most epic of ways.
She pinched her fingers together, cupping her hand and making her hand as small as possible. She tried like hell to get free of the metal cuff, but the ring was too tight and her handtoolarge.
It was only a matter of seconds before he was back on his feet, ready to get his revenge. She didn’t think this through very well, but she found a chance and took it. Her only hope was that this kid was all bark and no bite. Still, he was the one with the gun—a gun that had fallen from his grasp and was now on the floor between them. If she could just get to it.
She leaned forward, a wave of nausea slamming into her as the pain in her head radiated around her like a halo. Everything around her tilted and spun, putting her on a ride she did not want to be on. Fighting through all the wrong sensations trying to make her sit still, she fought against her restraint, stretching as far as she could, but it wasn’t enough.
She stuck out the shoe she still wielded as a weapon, hoping to give her the few inches she was short. The heel touched the handle of the gun, and a new wave of confidence brought her to the surface. She could do this. This wasn’t her first rodeo. The first time some jackass thought he could point a gun at her and get away with it.
He had another thing coming. There was no way in hell she was walking away from this. If he released her now, she would run to the police. He knew this. The only option was to kill her, so his secret died with her. But there was no way in hell she was going to die in the back of some scuzzy van.
She was Allison Winters, for fuck's sake. She took down the last guy who attempted to silence her. Just within reach, she tried to make herself stretch as far as possible, silently thanking Luna for all those stupid yoga classes.
Her body inched closer to the gun, the shoe finally getting a better angle to drag the weapon toward her. She hooked the heel around the handle.
“No!” the asshole barked, and launched himself at the gun.
The door of the van ripped open, and Allison met Reid’s blue eyes just as a gunshot echoed through the small space.
Chapter 27
The sound was an assault on Allison’s ear drums. A loud ringing made it impossible to hear or to think, but she didn’t care. “Reid!” she screamed. Her body was desperate to see him, to get in his arms, flung forward only to be yanked back on her ass. Her wrist was still cuffed to the damn van.
“Reid!” she cried, tears pouring down her face. One minute he was there and the next minute he was gone. The little shit rolled on the ground beside her, wailing something about her being a bitch. She scurried to her knees and peered through the door out to the dark sky.
Reid popped up from below, and her shattered heart kicked into a panicked beat. “Reid!”
He jumped into the van, taking her face in her hands. “Are you okay?”
Looking into his blue eyes, feeling his warmth seeping into her cold, wet cheeks, she told him the truth. “I’m fine.”
He kissed her forehead, and she winced as pain spread down her head and into her face. Reid’s jaw tightened. “I’m going to kill him.”
The kid moaned, rocking back and forth on the floor.
“Technically, it’s my fault. I headbutted him.”
His attention snapped to her eyes, and he shook his head. “You are a feisty little thing. Thank heavens for that.” He kissed her, smashing his lips to hers, then pulling her into a tight embrace. “I thought I lost you.”
She drew back, cupping his jaw. “I wouldn’t let that happen.”
“Who is he?” Reid asked.
“The son of the woman who was bullying Harley.”
