“Why can’t you just do the feck as you’re told!” Gideon screams, and I see he’s behind the desk, holding a gun in one hand and stabbing at the computer keyboard with the other. “What have you done here?”
Muñoz is recovering faster than I’d hoped and one hand goes into his jacket for his weapon. Looking around wildly, I spot a big, blue vase on the side table. Smashing it into his face, I try to pull the gun from his holster but Gideon’s faster. Painfully jamming his Ruger into my temple, he grabs a fistful of my hair.
“Get up!” he’s shouting, “I’m saving you, you stupid bitch! Why can’t you see that?”
There’s shouting and gunfire outside and I smile.
My husband has arrived.
Dougal…
Ian - with his unnatural speed and skill - somehow managed to pull up the plans for the Wallace mansion, so we knew exactly where we were heading by the time we ripped through the front gates.
“Go get your lass,” Cormac says, slapping my shoulder. “We’ll finish off the rest of the cartel arseholes.”
Angus covers me as I race down the hallway, while there’s a gun battle going on outside withMuñoz’s men, the house is mainly quiet, the only people we see are two young maids who shriek and instantly crouch down.
“Keep low. Go to the kitchen and stay there,” Angus orders, “we’re not here for you.” They nod rapidly and crawl away.
The study door is closed, but I can hear that eejit bastard Gideon shouting about his deep love for my wife.Despite it being his house, and his hand holding the gun, he screams when I kick open the door, not my Isla.
“I’ll shoot her!” he howls, “I’ve nothing left to lose. Leave her and go!”
He’s got the gun pressed in the side of Isla’s head and her long hair gripped in his fist.
“Put the gun down and I’ll let you live, Wallace,” I say. “If she gets hurt in any way, I’ll cut you into pieces.”
Someone rolls out from behind a sofa, groaning, disoriented and clumsily fishing in his jacket for his weapon.
Muñoz.
It’s as easy as one, two, three.
One… I shoot Muñoz.
Two… Isla stomps her foot on Gideon’s instep and her elbow smashes into his ribs.
Three… She drops to her knees and I shoot Gideon Wallace in the head.
Untangling a very dead Gideon’s hand from my wife’s long hair takes a moment, I grit my teeth when I see several strands of her hair still clutched in his fingers. I should have taken longer with Gideon. Much longer. I yank her into my arms, “Thank Christ,” I breathe into her neck. “When ya’ were taken, I almost lost my mind.”
“Wait!” she pulls back, eyes wide and anxious, “Taskall! Is he… he made it, right?”
I cup her face in my hands, kissing her deeply. “He’s in his second surgery, the doctor missed some bullet fragments in the first one, but he says Taskall came through the first surgery well.”
“He can’t die for me,” she says, looking up at me with wet eyes.
“Would ya’ nae’ give your life to save his?” I ask.
“Aye, of course.”
“Then dinnae deny him the same honor, love.” Kissing her again, I pull her over to a groaningMuñoz, holding his bloody hand against a bullet wound in his shoulder. “Shall we put him out ofourmisery?”
An unholy grin spreads across her lips. “You might want to shoot him up a bit more, then let him live.”
I can’t help laughing. “Why is that?”
“I’ll explain in the car, though let’s just say Muñoz and his cartel are about to be on twenty or thirty hit lists by tomorrow morning.”
