“Yes, it’s there. Just make sure you’re shooting at the right men.”
“Right,” I nodded, seeing the oncoming car and glancing at Roman. “It’s them.”
The alert went off as an unknown vehicle passed the line and I jumped at the sound.
“Shit,” Roman yelled as the car passed us, then made a quick turn. “Whatever happens, Saranna,” he said, glancing behind us. His foot pushed on the pedal as he shifted gears, and I held on to the side. “You need to be smart and not stupid.”
“You think I would do something stupid?”
Okay, maybe teasing him right now was not the smartest thing, but I couldn’t help myself. This was a car of men who were after me, trying to kill me because their boss was pissed off that he couldn’t get the deal he wanted. Or that he couldn’t land me.
Now that would never happen. Even if I thought of leaving Marcell, working for John gave me the creeps and the number one rule I always lived by was that I trusted my gut. If something felt off, it always was.
“Was Marcell pissed that he got it wrong?”
“I don’t think he was thrilled,” Roman ground out, checking on the car.
I screamed and ducked as I heard the sound of gunfire and dropped my head.
“Fuck,” he cried out, swerving to the right then back to the left. “Get the gun,” he ordered, reaching for his own. I quickly did as he said, grabbing an extra chamber too.
“Want me to shoot?”
“Not if you have to lean out of the car,” he said. He jerked again, this time, I felt the car shudder as the tire was blown out. “Stay down,” he told me, trying to control the car. But the next thing I knew, we flew off the side of the road, flipping once then twice before stopping.
I sat there, dazed for a moment, trying to get my wits. I felt the blood dripping from a spot on my head, but I didn’t have time to think about it as I heard car doors slamming. I glanced at Roman, feeling his pulse, glad to see he was alive but the wayhis head was leaning on the steering wheel told me he knocked himself out good.
“Never send a man to do a woman’s job,” I muttered, eyeing the men in the side mirror.
I clocked three men, two still in the car but one was walking over. The element of surprise was going to be my friend in this case.
I grabbed Roman’s gun, laying it down beside me, still eyeing the man. He got closer, and I closed my eyes, relying on my hearing to capture him.
When he walked up to the side, he got closer, his hand reaching in to check my pulse, but I quickly grabbed it and yanked him in then shot him straight in the head.
I shoved him out then opened the door and stood up, taking aim with both guns and shooting both men. Once down, I walked over to the car, lifting a brow at the man in the backseat, his head lifted high.
“Shouldn’t have underestimated you,” the lone man said.
“Everyone does. Hope you know Marcell will dismantle your family, Bertoli,” I said, before lifting my gun and taking him, clocking him between the eyes.
With shaking hands, I glanced around, seeing no one else and then ran back to the car, gingerly opening Roman’s door.
“What?” he groaned, blinking a few times before looking around, seeing the dead man by the door. “What the hell did you do?”
“You know, killed a few men, got Bertoli, protected your ass.”
He reached over and cupped my cheek, only wincing a bit.
“Fuck, I love you,” he said, pulling me in for a kiss.
Chapter 16
Roman
“Let me get this straight,” Marcell says, leaning back in his favorite chair in his office, his eyes snapping between myself and Saranna. “She saved your ass,” he said and I only nodded.
I was a bit sketchy on the details thanks to being knocked out but when I saw the men, there was no disputing she risked her life to save mine. And what’s even better in my book, she didn’t bat an eye and all men thought she wouldn’t do it.
