In the dim light, my man’s hazel eyes widen. With a horrific shout, he pushes backward. Andrei lands in the trailer’s path. The wheels barrel over his leg, pinning him down.
Andrei’s shriek reverberates through the warehouse. Dropping the rope, he collapses under the weight of the float.
Wheezing, Brody stumbles back.
I throw off the gas mask as I sprint to his side. Blood beads his neck like some gruesome Mardi Gras necklace, but he’s alive.
We’re both alive.
I grab his face, kiss him, and then back away just as quickly. “Oh, sorry, you need air?—”
“I need you more.” He tugs me close, his thick fingers cupping the back of my neck.
Our mouths and tongues become one as I rake my fingers through his filthy, sweaty hair. I wish I could stay this close to him forever.
He nips my lower lip as he pulls away. I whimper, chasing his mouth.
“You’re so beautiful.” His hand brushes over my cheek, his knuckles tracing my skin. “I never should’ve walked away from you.”
“I did the walking. Never again.” I wrap my arms around his neck and press my lips to his jaw. “You’re stuck with me now, mister. Don’t you dare even try to get away.”
“As if I could.” Crushing me to his chest, he buries his nose in my hair. “I love?—”
A shot cracks through the warehouse.
Chapter 41
Brody
I yank Trinity into a crouch, covering her body with mine.
Neither of us were hit. She’s gasping for breath, but otherwise, she doesn’t make a peep.
My muscles coil with tension. Seconds pass with no more shots ringing out. The thud of a body hitting cement nearby indicates that whoever took the hit has died.
I keep my hand on Trinity’s head, holding her in place, and chance a glance around.
Grigori’s nowhere in sight. I saw Trinity shoot him, but the fucker must’ve survived.
Andrei’s dead on the floor, crushed under a float trailer.
The last Russian merc—one of the men who’d been guarding the door—lies a few feet away from us, a hole blasted through where his right eye used to be.
My gaze flicks up to the open doorway. A familiar silhouette holsters a gun and prowls inside.
What the fuck?
I blink. Maybe I did die. If so, at least Trinity and I are together for eternity.
I check on Trinity, who’s staring at me with wide eyes. “It’s all right. He’s safe.” After kissing her cheek, I help us both to our feet and face my brother.
“Connor.” What the hell is he doing here?
Trinity glances between us with her eyebrows halfway up her forehead. Guess she’s just as surprised.
Cautiously, I approach. I should probably hug him. After all, he did just save our asses. However, I don’t recall us ever hugging, even as children.
I hold out my hand instead. That works, right? “Thanks.”
