If only I had packed my guns instead.
Duncan
My heart isabout to beat out of my chest. Both of them are in danger. I call Joshua and clue him in. He's immediately cussing and getting the guys to run as much current information on Jonathon as they can. He hints that he has talked to Maya recently. He and I will be discussing his conversations with my girl.
He also helps get me some pull with the local police departments, as I know when I catch up to my girl, I'm going to have to rough someone up. He says they'll be heading out as soon as possible to help me. I pray I get to my girl before she does something stupid. She is so talented and smart, but she never thinks about that person who doesn't go by the rules.
I've spent the last three months working around the London area, trying to figure out my next move. I've missed her so much. This short time apart, with no contact, was far worse than the previous six months. I knew I was not going to be able to stay away from her much longer. She's my air and my very life.
I'm pulling into the Philadelphia airport at 1600 hours. I'm late.Please, Lord, let them both be okay,I pray. My phone pings in my pocket.
CHAPTER FORTY
MAYA
Ana steps out of the secure area, she has on dark sunglasses and a wig. How did TSA let her travel like that? Oh well, who knows. It's then that I see the swollen cheek and lip. I'm going to kill that son of a bitch. I notice two goons round the corner at the other end of the hall. I jump up, run to her, and pull her down another concourse.
"Hey, gorgeous, looks like I need to kill a fucktard," I say as I take her arm.
"I'm pregnant, Maya," she replies breathlessly.
"Fuck it all. Come on, we have company." I see a third guy come out of the same hall Ana did. Damn, she was followed from London. That's how they knew where I was heading.
"Ana, can you run?" I ask her, looking around for my next step.
"If I must."
"Sorry, sister, you must." We take off at a run. I pull my badge off my belt and flash it to security as we pass by. "Stop them. I'm Secret Service ERT, they're after my high value." I point to the goons following us.
The guards jump up to stop Goon Three, but One and Two are gone. We make it to my truck when Goons One and Two walk up to us. I toss my burner phone to Ana. "Text the person I did earlier these exact words: 911. ERT. Parking lot two. Now."
"What does that mean?" she asks. I don't have time to explain entirely.
"Means I need you in my truck and drive off if they beat me. Put the vest on. My sidearm is next to the seat and another on the floorboard. I love you, sister; tell him I love him too." I toss her my keys and walk up to the goons. Give me strength. I've been itching for a real fight for months. My internal fight song plays in my head as I walk up to them.
"Hello, boys, I need for you to back off. I'm a DC cop with a secondary badge with Secret Service, I don't think you're being paid enough for the check you're about to write with your asses," I say as I flash my Secret Service badge at them. I peek at my watch. It’s two to four and he isn't here. I've trained for years to protect the ones I love, as I couldn't before.
I get in my stance as they walk up. I can tell who'll be the aggressor. He doesn't disappoint when he walks up, leaving the second guy to fall back and see what happens. Goon One throws a right cross, and I redirect his punch and bend to go for the body. I give him several gut punches, then finish him with my knee to his chest and pull him back down to put his face into my knee. He falls to the ground, he's down but not out.
Goon Two pulls his gun and points it at me and fires. I rushhim, pull my knife from the back of my belt, and drop him with it landing in his throat. He never saw the knife even as it went into his throat. The blade is buried to the hilt. I'm not getting that one back. The bullet hits me in the upper left of my vest. I pull back to try to inhale from the shock of the pain.
Goon One is starting to rise and he pulls a gun too. Come on, damn motherfuckers, I'm not letting them have Ana. I grab one of my punch knives in my left hand as I take my second knife from the other side of my back.
"Girly, we didn't want to have to kill you, but you killed my friend, now you need to die." I pause at him calling me that. It reminds me of the attack at the gym. A bullet hits him between the eyes, swishing past me. I swing around, ready for another attack, as a second bullet hits him. All I see is Duncan rushing up to me. My breath catches as I lower my knives and he takes me into his arms.
"Oh, bloody hell, baby, did he hit you?" I look down and see the blood from Goon One’s broken nose on me.
"Nope, all his blood." Duncan wraps me tighter in his arms and kisses me like there's no tomorrow. I hear the sirens and the people, but I don't care. I don't tell him about the shot to the vest, I only feel the kiss I've waited three months for.
I hear Ana yelling and it pulls me from my fog. She stayed in the truck, and she's frantically pointing to Goon Three, whose gun is pointed at Duncan. I jump in front, feeling the bullet hit me in the chest as I throw my knife at him. Fuck, that shit hurts. My left arm drops, my grip loosening on the punch knife. I hear it clang to the ground.
Both Duncan and Ana scream as I start to fall, and Duncan's gun goes off two more times. Oh hell, I can't believe I've beenshot. Dammit! What a way to fuck up a good welcome to America kiss. I know my brain is flashing some crazy shit right now, but what the hell is wrong with me? I feel my body go cold and I'm out. Is death really this cold and quiet?
Duncan
I couldn’t believemy eyes when I saw her beat up the first guy. She was so smooth. I've seen Raul do Krav Maga for years, but I've never seen someone use it so well or make it look like a dance. The fact it was my girl made me proud and scared at the same time, making my gut twist.
When the second guy pulled his gun, I thought she'd stop. No, not my girl, she killed him with a knife she pulled so fast I barely saw her pull it from her back. Damn, that's my girl...my baby. Then the first guy came at her again, with a gun, I was finally close enough that I dropped him with one to the chest and one to the head. Not happening, bloody arsehole.
