The poor bastard takes every round meant for Sean, collapsing in a bloody heap.
Sean barely hesitates before dragging another man in front of him as he reaches for his gun and starts blindly firing bullets as he sprints for cover.
“Cowardly fuck.” I break out from behind the shipping containers, my whole focus locked on him, tracking the way he weaves through the chaos.
His men drop one after another, cut down by the rain of bullets.
Brennan’s shouting orders, but I tune him out.
The only thing I see is Sean.
I chase him across the dock.
My blood thrums in my ears as I aim, but the bullet still manages to miss Sean’s ear by less than a millimeter.
“Give it up, Sean!” I roar, but my voice barely carries over the sound of the gunfire.
He keeps running, showing no signs of slowing down.
I’ll give the fucker credit, he still has some decent stamina.
But I know for sure he’s going to give up before I do, and that’s when it’ll all be over.
“Kieran, get down!” Brennan yells.
I don’t have time to think.
I drop to my knees as a bullet zips past me and lodges in a metal container in front of me.
One second is all it takes, but if I hadn’t dropped, that would have taken up residence in my spine.
I jump to my feet and sprint around the side of the container.
One second to save my life. One fucking second that cost me.
“Fuck!” I slam my fist against the nearest crate, fury roaring through me.
Sean has vanished into the maze of containers.
He was right there.
Right fuckingthere,and I lost him.
“You get him?” Brennan jogs up to me, as I stalk back toward the main warehouse.
His face is slick with sweat and blood crusts his hands, but he looks unharmed.
Sean’s men are scattered on the ground like broken dolls, riddled with bullet holes. It seems none of my men held back.
I just wish their efforts hadn’t been in vain.
“That near hit cost me.” I kick at the body at my feet.
“Shit.”
“Yeah…shit.”
“At least we got him.” Brennan indicates the body at my feet. “Sean’s second-in-command.”
