Unaware of how motivated I am, the mercenary laughs. “Your boyfriend works for the FBI. He’ll stop you.”
Taking a deep breath, I aim, add pressure to my index finger, and fire.
The guy screams and stares at his upper thigh. “Mon Dieu, I’m bleeding all over the place.”
He glances at the authority figure supposed to save him, but I’m in charge. “Shit. I missed.”
“Gwen, don’t-” Wulf half-heartedly tries to grab the gun.
Knowing I have his blessing, I step forward and raise the weapon again. “Unless you want to pee into a bag the rest of your life, tell me what you know.”
“Nothing.” The arms dealer’s eyes widen as I smile at his crotch.
“I don’t believe you. Three… Two…”
Chapter 20
Be the wolf. The wolf is relentless, never quits, and doesn’t look back.
Axel
While she points my sidearm at Stephen Bourdeau’s balls, mine curl into my groin. Damn, she is one angry momma.
“Don’t shoot, you crazy beech.Un hommenamed Ledbetter hired me. You happy? Now, please call an ambulance.”
“See? There you go. Canadians can be very polite.” One eye shut, Gwen raises her left hand to steady the weapon in her right. “Ledbetter? As in rhymes with Bedwetter?”
“Yes. I know nothing else. I sweareet.” While the man’s blood soaks the Volvo’s back seat, my lover scrunches her brows.
“Axel, does the name sound familiar?” Her voice no longer holds an edge, and she seems calmer, but hell, who the fuck knows. When she grabbed my gun, I never expected her to fire it.
“How about you let me press on his wound, so he doesn’t bleed out?”
Annie Oakley lowers the pistol. “He tried to kill us. I shot him in self-defense.”
“Because his wrists were bound, the District Attorney will think differently.” Pondering yet another disastrous situation, I open my pocketknife, cut open the man’s jeans, and heave a sigh of relief. Thank God, the bullet barely grazed him.
No bandages, I curse, remove my favorite shirt, and scowl at Gwen. “If I had known you were going to shoot someone, I would’ve transferred my first aid kit into this car.”
“Next time, I’ll give you a heads-up.” Her smart-ass smirk makes me groan. I’ve created a monster.
“There better not be a next time.” While I cut my pricey button-down into strips, Bourdeau glares out at the gun aimed at him.
“Fuckingbeech. The first thing Iweeldo after I get out is hunt down your daughter and-”
Before he can finish his foul threats, I stuff a wad of cotton into his mouth.
Once I finish bandaging his wound, I tie-wrap his ankles to the backseat’s grab handle. With his feet in the air, I check his pockets for weapons or identification. Inside his wallet, I find a flash drive.
“Oh ho, what have we got here?” As I hold it in front of the Canadian’s large nose, his face pales, and he struggles to break free.
Hoping he’ll talk, I remove his gag.
I realize my mistake when he aims his nasty sneer at Gwen. “I will cut your little girl, rape her many times, and give her to my friends.”
“You bastard.” Face red, Gwen raises the weapon.
Worried another bullet might kill him, I step behind her and brush my hands down her arm until I reach the weapon. “Uncurl your finger, babe. We need to question him.”
