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It’s them or it’s us.

I twist around the front of the vehicle.

A man crests the top of the street, his figure silhouetted with the fluffy snow fall.

I squeeze the trigger.

His face disappears.

Them or fucking us.

Movement to my right draws my barrel.

I exhale and squeeze again. Twice.

Blood sprays from his chest.

One more head.

One more bullet.

Another man down.

I roll back behind the vehicle and stay low as I rush back around, past Dominic and past the dead bad guy, until I’m at the back doors.

A pair of men appear above me, but their attention is on the front of the SUV.

Where I was.

I squeeze the trigger.

The first man falls. Half his neck gone.

The second man drops, but not before I get off one more shot.

I run back around, not daring to stop and check on Dominic.

He’s alive.

He has to be alive.

I peek my head around the front of the vehicle and see the pair of men too late.

There’s a barrage of gunfire, and I pull back, but not before a round hits the barrel of my gun, jerking it to the side and out of my grip.

It falls to the ground, past the front bumper. Out of my reach.

That last shred of hope I’m clinging to frays.

I can’t reach the rifle.

Scrambling, I crawl back to Dominic.

It’s been one minute. Maybe two. Not nine.

King’s men won’t get here in time.

“Just hang on,” I whisper to my handsome husband as I shove my hands into his pockets. “Just hang on, okay?”

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