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He sensed a second attacker launching at him, and Boone swiveled and dodged. He narrowly avoided a slashing knife.
Boone’s focus narrowed. He’d always enjoyed hand-to-hand combat. Looking his opponent in the eye.
He met the gaze of his attacker and bared his teeth.Bring it, asshole.
Boone pushed his worry for Gemma aside. Protecting her. That was all that mattered.
The next man rushed him. Boone threw his arm up and blocked the man’s hit. He followed through with a palm to the face. The guy let out a choked sound and Boone hit him again. Then he rammed a kick into the man’s gut.
The guy dropped to his knees. Boone lifted his boot and kicked the man over.
Heaving in air, he heard the scrape of a boot on concrete.
He was already whirling and caught a glimpse of another guy swinging a baton at him.
Without a sound, Atlas sailed through the air and leaped on the man. He’d heard Boone’s whistle and gotten out of the truck.
“Fuck!” The guy dropped the baton, throwing his arms to protect himself from the snap of Atlas’ jaws.
With a growl, the dog clamped onto the man’s leg.
Boone punched him—once, twice. The man fell backward and hit the concrete.
They were all down.
“Atlas, release.”
Then he heard Gemma’s scream echo from deeper in the alley.
Adrenaline punched through him.No.
He took off at a sprint. He passed a reeking dumpster, then ahead, saw two shadowed silhouettes grappling in the dim light.
He whipped up his Glock.
There was enough light for him to see a tall man with a beard holding Gemma. He had a knife pressed against her throat.
The man saw Boone. “Stop there, or she’s dead.” He had a thick Romanian accent.
“We both know you need her alive, Radu.”
“Drop your weapon.” The man’s tone was like ice. He pressed his knife to her cheek. “I may not kill her, but I can hurt her, leave her far less pretty.”
Beside Boone, Atlas stood, alert and focused on Gemma’s attacker.
The fear on her face was stark, and it cut at Boone. He wasnotletting her get hurt. He’d failed a lot of people in his life.
Not Gemma. Not today.
She met his gaze, and he barely controlled his jolt. She was scared, but she looked at him with pure trust in her eyes.
Suddenly, she stomped her foot down on the man’s boot.
He growled, but loosened his hold enough that she half turned. And rammed her knee between the guy’s legs. The man uttered a vicious curse.
“Gemma, down,” Boone roared.
She didn’t hesitate. She dropped instantly.
