“Oh, aye, I can run,” she nods firmly, “thank god these heels are low.”
“When we get into the parking garage, I want you to run for the lift. I will be right behind you, and Callum will be in front. My helicopter will be waiting for us on the roof, and you will run to it as if a demon from hell is chasing you.”
Her eyes narrow. “Well, the demon bit is accurate since you’ll be behind me.”
“That’s one…” I murmur.
Callum holds up his phone. “Terrance has already disabled the code for the parking garage and the private elevator. Ready?”
I cup her face in my hands, looking for any sign of a panic attack, but she looks focused.
“I can do this,” she promises. “You need your hands free for your gun, aye?”
“Such a good girl,” I say, watching her pupils flare. She may hate me, but my new bride wants me, too. I’m looking forward to making her need me more than she resents me, but now is not the time.
The Maserati holds beautifully, keeping all four tires on the ground as our driver speeds into the turn, not slowing in the slightest as he races for the entrance. The gate is already up.
“Remind me to give Terrence a raise,” I tell Callum.
Our chase car squeals in behind us and I can dimly hear gunfire already starting up at the entrance. I look at Sorcha, she’s gathered up her skirt in one hand.
“Remember.Run.I will be right behind you.”
The car slams to a stop in front of the lift.
Chapter Twenty-One
In which holy matrimony means taking a bullet for your bride.
Sorcha…
The lift speeds past each floor as I watch the display.
“Do you think they cornered Zhang’s people downstairs?” I ask.
Alastair’s hand doesn’t leave my arm. “My men are well-trained.”
That doesn’t answer my question.
“Fuck!” Callum curses, watching something on his phone. “Boss, they got into the main elevator and they’re bypassing the code that stops at the top floor.”
“How much time do we have?” My husband takes the safety off his gun.
“They’re seconds behind us,” Callum says. “This fucking idiot cannot take a hint, can he?”
“He’ll live just long enough to regret it,” Alastair says. “Has the helicopter landed?”
“Just now,” Callum’s still watching his phone. The doors open with a loud “ding!” and I nearly jump out of my skin.
“Remember darling,” Alastair says,“run.”
I do, digging my feet into the gravel surface of the building’s roof. The wind from the moving helicopter blades is making my hair fly into my face.
We’re almost there. The door is open and the copilot has his hand out, reaching for me. Then there’s an arm around me and I’m hoisted like a bag of oats into the helicopter. Alastair grunts, nearly falling in himself. He turns and fires one shot after another as Callum reaches us. I see six men at the other lift doors and behind them, the squat figure of Zhang, who’s letting his men take the bullets meant for him. Alastair and Callum mow them all down, cursing when one of Zhang’s bullets hits the windscreen.
“You will give me the girl, Taylor!” Zhang roars, “Or I will take her from you after I’ve cut your heart out!”
He spins abruptly back into the lift as my husband’s bullet catches him in the shoulder.
