Neon blue pills spilled across the floor, tapping on the wood planks like raindrops.
“What the hell?” Luk’s brows furrowed together as he stared at them rolling across the floor.
“Hey!” A man’s voice yelled at us, jerking our heads to the guards running for us.
“Fuck!” Luk darted for the back door, bursting through and leaping to the tracks. “Come on!”
“Hey! Stop!” A shot went off, pinging off the roof of the carriage. Ducking, I scrambled toward the back door.
“Hurry!” Luk bellowed for me.
It was a second.
One breath.
An instinct.
My gaze darted down to the pills.
“X!”
I swiped up a few, shoving them into my pants before my boots hit the tracks, taking off after Luk.
Bang!A bullet whizzed by me, a whimper crawling up my throat. I flashed back to a moment—a dark night, Caden waving me on, pain exploding in my back. And then darkness. I should have died that night. I should have died a lot of nights.
Now my boots strummed along the uneven tracks. I tried to pick up my pace as the soldiers’ voices and sounds of gunshots crawled up the back of my neck. The panic and terror clotted my throat when another bullet zinged by, and the sound of boots clipped behind me.
“Kovacs!”A body slammed into me, flattening me to the ground, heavy and warm. A bullet zinged right past where I had been. One more millisecond and my head would have exploded over these tracks.
Inhaling sharply, my eyes shot over my shoulder; aqua eyes and a smirk filled my vision.
“You’re welcome.”He winked, his mouth close to mine. I could feel his breath slipping over my lips, his solid physique and his cock pressing into me. Fuck. He felt so real. To me, there wasn’t any difference, but I knew he was hours away.“Didn’t think you were the damsel-in-distress type, princess.”
“X?” Luk shot back at the guards, then grabbed at my arm, breaking the link to Warwick, yanking me up. Both of us volleyed back bullets, dodging and weaving around a train, using it as a shield.
“You all right?” Luk’s looked at me strangely.
“Yeah.”
“It was just...” He shook his head. “I don’t know... it was like you were tackled or something.”
“Tripped.”
Luk nodded, but his brows still clung together with confusion. Yells and footsteps were circling around us.
“Shit.” Luk’s head bobbed around, trying to pinpoint where more guards were coming from. They were surrounding us. “Little help would be nice, guys,” Lukas spoke into his earpiece.
“We’re working on it.” Tracker’s voice pinged in our ears as six guards came around the back of the train, yelling they’d found us.
“Work faster!” Luk shot back at Tracker, instantly lunging for our attackers, his fist cracking one across the nose, blood spurting into the air.
Yanking a knife from my boot, energy crackled down my spine, with the lust to fight. I charged for another guard, barreling into him so hard he flew back onto the tracks with a thud. Twisting back around, my arm swiped out, slashing another across the throat with my knife.
A third one grabbed me by the neck, yanking me back, forcing the gun in my hand to drop. The barrel of a pistol pressed into my temple. “One move and you’re dead, pretty girl,” the man snarled in my ear, his nose brushing up the curve of my neck. “Or maybe I will find a better use for you.”
I heard and felt the growl before I even saw Warwick. Whatever cheeky smugness he had a moment ago was gone. Anger radiated off the legend; his shoulders hunched to his ears, his eyes blazing with hate. He looked every bit the brutal and vicious beast he was known to be. Too bad none of these little boys could see him. They’d all be pissing on their boots.
“Bet you’d like that, you fuckingkurva.”Whore. Bitch. The guy gripped my neck, yanking me back into him, wanting me to feel how hard he was as he pressed the gun deeper into my temple.
