“Hate to interrupt, but we should probably move. Building’s not secure yet.”
I pull back, cupping Josie’s face in my hands. Her beautiful, battered, perfect face.
“Can you walk?”
“I can do anything if it means getting out of here.”
I cut her zip ties with my knife, and help her to her feet. She sways, grabbing my arm for balance, but she stays upright. My woman. My fierce, stubborn, incredible woman.
Better get a cut on her back before some other fucker tries to take her from me.
“Steel?” I ask Lee as we move toward the stairs.
“He’s already breaking down his position.” Lee shakes his head. “Hell of a shot. Two hundred yards, through a broken window at a moving target with a partially obscured view. Brother has ice in his veins.”
He more than earned his patch tonight.
The main floor is mostly clear when we reach it. FBI agents are handcuffing prisoners, shouting commands, securing the scene. Pilkin spots us and jogs over, her expression tight.
“Ms. Bright.” She takes in Josie’s injuries, and her jaw clenches. “We need to get you medical attention.”
“I’m fine.”
“You’re not fine. You’re?—”
“I’m alive.” Josie straightens, drawing on reserves I didn’t know she had. “Which is more than I can say for Caruso. I assume that was one of yours?”
Pilkin glances at me. “No.”
“Anonymous sniper?” I ask smoothly. “Must be a rival organization. These cartel types have a lot of enemies.”
Pilkin holds my gaze for a long moment. Then, slowly, she nods.
“Rival organization. Of course.” She turns back to Josie. “The medics are outside. I strongly suggest you let them examine you.”
“After I give my statement.”
“Josie—” I start.
“I have information, Stone. Names, locations, details about his operation that I gathered while they were—” She swallows hard. “While they were questioning me. The FBI needs it while it’s still fresh.”
They tortured her for information, and she used it to gather intel on them.
God, I love this woman.
“Fifteen minutes,” I order. “Then the medics, non-negotiable.”
Josie nods, and Pilkin leads her toward a cluster of agents with tablets and recorders. I watch her go, this woman who walked into my clubhouse and turned my entire world upside down.
Lee appears at my shoulder.
“She’s something else,” he says.
“Yeah.” I can’t take my eyes off her. “She really is.”
“You going to marry her?”
The question catches me off guard. I turn to look at my son—he’s grown into a man I’m proud to call mine.
