“It will take me too long to hijack the audio!”
I don’t stop to consider the consequences. There isn’t time. I just act, shooting the first man as he makes it to the gate, instantly alerting Drew to the danger.
Shouts ring out as men look in this direction, and then all hell breaks loose as Drew’s men start firing, and both sides take potshots at one another. It’s difficult to know who the enemy is now without the goggles and face coverings, so I train my rifle on Drew and his friends, watching their backs and taking out assholes who try to creep up on them.
Drew is like a dark angel, moving with grace through the enemy as he cuts them down effortlessly with his gun. When his bullets are gone, he uses his hands and his knife, and they are no less effective. Drew Manning is a lethal killing machine, and it turns me on like you wouldn’t believe.
As if I needed more reasons to admire him.
He’s just snapped the neck of one guy when another jumps up from behind him, seemingly out of nowhere, and wraps his beefy arm around Manning’s neck. I don’t hesitate to pull the trigger, putting a bullet straight through the asshole’s skull, and his hold on Drew is gone as he slumps to the ground.
Drew’s gaze lifts to mine as if he can see me through the tower.
“You need to get the fuck out of there, Thena,” Andreas says as the same thought occurs to me. “They have it under control now.”
“I’m on it,” I say, efficiently dismantling the rifle and stowing it and my mat in the bag in record time. I quickly scan the area, ensuring I’ve got everything, and then I run through the door, descending the winding staircase as fast as I can.
“Talk to me,” I say when I reach the ground level, sprinting toward the door. “Is it safe to exit?”
I press the button in my ear. “Andreas, can you hear me? Is it safe to leave?”
Radio silence confirms I’ve lost our connection and I’m on my own.
“Shit, shit, shit.” I considered my chances of getting out of here undetected slim with Andreas’s help. Without it, the odds are slashed to negligible.
I pull my face covering and night vision goggles on and remove my handgun from its holster. Gripping the door handle tight, I remind myself of all the times I’ve gotten myself out of tricky situations.
I don’t pray for help because there’s nothing anyone can do to help me now.
This is all on me.
ChapterTwenty-Eight
Drew
“Stop right there,” I say, pointing the gun at his face as he appears in the doorway of the old water tower.
It’s dark as shit with no outside lights but I can just make out the gun he points at my chest.
Tension bleeds into the air.
“You’re outnumbered,” Barron says, stepping up on my left while Anderson and Hunt step up on my right.
“Dump the bag and throw your gun to the right. Then raise your hands in the air,” I say.
His arm doesn’t falter, his weapon still trained at my head, and I arch a brow. “I suggest you don’t test me. Disarm. Now. And don’t try anything.”
I can’t see his face, but I can almost feel the venom shooting from his eyes as he drops the bag and tosses the gun aside. Charlie grabs the gun, and I stride forward to grab him.
Piercing pain shoots through my groin, and I drop to my knees in agony as he darts past Anderson and Hunt in their shocked states and takes off running. “Get him,” I roar, clutching my dick and balls as nausea churns in my stomach.
Anderson and Hunt race after the man while Charlie grabs the bag, and I hiss through gritted teeth. “What the hell kind of pussy move was that?” I pant.
“You just answered your own question,” Charlie says, offering me a hand up as Anderson and Hunt reappear with the asshole.
“Houston, we have a problem,” Hunt drawls.
“A pussy problem?” Charlie says with humor lingering in his tone.
