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The woman was going to get herself fucking killed.
Only, she didn’t look so vulnerable stepping through the automatic doors with the gun in her hand. She looked like…one of us.
I followed her inside, sinking into that hunger. Click. A switch flipped inside me. As she strode through the entrance and out into the main bar, I knew exactly how this was going to go down.
Most of the tables were empty in the exclusive club. But it wasn’t the front of the club she wanted…it was the rear. I lengthened my stride, catching up instantly. “Wildcat.”
She sucked in hard breaths and turned that savage stare my way as I pushed ahead, lifting my gun and taking aim.
Crack! The guard standing outside the rear door dropped to the floor.
I’d wanted to go in through the back, the way I’d snuck in before when I’d killed the piece of shit who’d hurt her. But the woman was a force of raw chaos right now. One that consumed everything in its wake. I stepped around the guard and pushed through. One step and I took aim, driving myself toward the discreet tables and the filth who sat around drinking top shelf Scotch.
I lifted my gun, taking aim at the first bastard who held the rim of a glass to his lips.
“Where is Hale?” I growled.
His eyes widened, glancing from me to Viv. “I don’t—”
Bang!
But my hand hadn’t moved, my gun still aimed at the spot where his face had been.
Now her gun trembled. Her eyes were wide, that incensed look of horror and rage swinging to the next one. “Where is HALE!” Vivienne screamed.
But the asshole was already moving, shoving back from the body of his former friend as he lifted his hands. “Wait…wait! I-I can give you m-money!”
Bang!
The gun shook as she fired, hitting him in the side of the neck instead. Blood spewed from the severed vein and splashed against the back of the seat.
“Wildcat,” I called, lifting my hand for the gun.
She jerked her gaze my way.
“Easy,” I urged.
She was close to breaking, one squeeze of the trigger away from us losing my brother.
“We can’t find him if you kill them all.” I took a step closer, just enough to run my hand along her arm.
Her muscles trembled as goosebumps raced with my touch. Movement caught her eye, making her swing the gun around.
Two bartenders ducked behind the bar, their hands raised in the air, panic blazing across their faces. She spun around, aiming her gun through the club as hard, panting breaths consumed her. I saw them the moment she did…three of the bastards, edging toward the rear of the club.
My lips curled at the sight.
But she was already moving, lunging like the wildcat she was to scurry over the plush black leather sofa that divided the space.
“YOU!” she screamed.
They ran. The motherfuckers…like cockroaches exposed to the light. I unleashed a snarl and went after her, sidestepping the tables before vaulting the sofa two goddamn seconds behind her.
But the three roaches didn’t make a run for the exit. Instead, they headed toward the rear where there was an office and the secret door of a panic room behind the wall.
“The fuck you do!” I barked, moving faster as we hauled ass through the rest of the club.
But it was Vivienne who dropped her shoulder and barged through a second after they shoved the door wide and careened inside.
