If I can get her on the other side of that door, she’ll be safe, and I won’t have to babysit herandsave our lives at the same time.
The remaining Russians approach, slow, deliberate, and unbothered.
At Trinity’s scream, I whip around. A goon hidden in the kitchen has Trinity in a headlock. Bullets fly at my turned back.
Dropping to the ground, I spray gunfire behind me.
“I’ve got her.” The man yanks Trinity toward Andrei with a stupid grin on his face.
Didn’t I teach these assholes already?
Don’t touch what’s mine.
I roll behind the bar counter and fire. The bullet slices through the idiot’s ear and straight out the other side of his skull. He wilts, falling away from Trinity as she croaks out a nauseated whimper. The sorry sack’s brain matter paints the wall to her left.
She’s green around the gills and spattered in blood but unhurt.
I leap up from the floor and damn near tackle her down the short hallway beside the kitchen.
Russian shouting follows us, but I barely notice. I haul her to the door that leads to the basement bunker and shove her inside so viciously, she nearly tumbles down the stairs.
“Lock this door, and don’t come out until I come and get you.”
“Brody, wait!” The panic in her green eyes is the last thing I see before I slam the door in her face.
Now I can focus on the task at hand, as long as I can ignore the way my gut lurches as I pivot away from the basement.
She’ll be safe.
And I’ve got a job to do.
I owe all these fuckers a one-way ticket to hell.
I take down three men in the hall behind me. The sharp tangs of rust and sulfur assault my nose as blood and gunpower permeate the cramped corridor.
With Trinity out of the way, bullets fly around me, ricocheting off walls.
I use the Russian soldiers as human shields so that they catch their own bullets while I alternate between hand-to-hand combat and raining gunfire through the air.
When I run out of ammo, I pistol-whip the nearest mercenary with the empty weapon in my hand before extracting a fresh gun off one of the fallen.
I can fight, kill, and maim with abandon now that Trinity’s safe, and I need to blow off some damn steam.
For once, my enemies showed up when I’m well-rested and ready to kick some ass.
The combined power of an intense orgasm and a good night’s sleep is no joke.
A sting mars my focus.
One of these idiots pierced my chest with a Swiss Army knife, a shallow stab that did more damage to my shirt than me.
I rip his arm behind him and do one of my favorite martial arts moves, where my opponent ends up face down on the ground with a shattered wrist.
Heat and pain sear my face as a bullet grazes my cheek.
My eyes snap to the person who fired the gun.
Adrenaline numbs the pain so I can concentrate.
