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“What are you gonna do? Shoot through her?” the guy sneered as he kept me firmly in front.
Only that now gave him a dilemma and one I instantly recognised. If he tried to shove me in the motor, he would have to turn his back. In which case, Smokey could shoot him. If he tried to get in first, I had a chance to escape. I wondered which way he would go.
Meanwhile, I held Smokey’s eyes confidently. I saw a flicker in his and knew he’d got my silent message.
“Get in the damn car,” the asshole growled.
“Nope. And you’re fucked. You can either let me go and run or try to drag me in and weaken your hold on me. Considering who’s going to be coming for you, I’d run back to whatever hole you crawled out of,” I drawled.
I hoped I sounded calmer. Because my heart was thudding, and my hands were sweaty. There was a fricking gun to my temple, and there was a third option I hadn’t mentioned. He could put a bullet in my head and then flee.
I could feel his confidence waning a little, and his grip loosened around my throat. No sooner than it did, I let my body go limp, and my weight took him by surprise.
I fell towards the ground as a loud retort burst into the air and nearly deafened me. A second gunshot sounded, followed by a third and fourth as I curled into a ball at his feet and covered my head. Blood splattered on me. I whimpered in horror as it did, and then I was being dragged away and lifted into a pair of arms and carried rapidly.
“Talk to me,” Smokey demanded urgently into my ear, but he sounded far away.
“I knew you’d save me,” I gasped as I tried not to let a panic attack overwhelm me. Now I was in safe arms, I could fall apart.
“Always,” Smokey promised as a dull roar announced bikes arriving.
I realised they should be louder and shook my head.
“Why can’t I hear properly?” I asked as tears fell down my cheeks.
“His gun went off near your ear. It’s deafened you a bit,” Smokey said, carrying me. He was standing still now but rocking back and forth to comfort me.
“She’s covered in blood,” Chance snarled as his arms snatched me from Smokey’s hold.
I instantly curled into Chance’s body.
“It’s not Clio’s, Pres, it is the perps,” Smokey replied.
“Clio, are you hurt?” Chance demanded. “The babies are safe, baby, you saved them.”
“I can’t hear properly. Everything seems muffled. I don’t know why.” My heart slowed a little from its frantic pounding at hearing the kids were okay.
“It’s okay, babe, an ambo is on its way,” Chance stated as he clutched me to his chest. My arms had wound their way around his neck already, and my head rested on his shoulder.
“Is he dead?” I asked.
“Yup.”
“He saw me in that film. Nigel missed him. He said he’d been watching live and was one of the highest bidders. He claimed he lost a lot of money and said I was a whore. That I owed him, and he was going to take me,” I whispered.
Chance’s arms spasmed of their own accord.
“Get a picture of him,” Chance ordered to someone. “Then get it to Sunny and Hawthorne. I want everything there is on him.”
“Do you think he’s done this before?” I asked Chance the question that bothered me the most.
“Probably, babe, but today you got justice for his victims,” Chance soothed.
Somehow, that didn’t help. Images of frightened young women and girls filtered into my mind. The fear, helplessness, and feeling of violation when I’d been held prisoner flooded back into my mind. My breathing quickened, and I knew I was heading for a full-scale panic attack.
“I need Janet,” I whispered, and Chance’s arms squeezed me tightly.
“I’ll have her meet us at the hospital,” Chance replied.
