This was almost over. Really almost over.
She hardly dared to hope it might be. Just because her nightmare hadn't been anywhere near as long as Voodoo’s didn't mean she didn't wish Dr. Gardner dead just as badly.
The man gripping her tightly enough that he’d leave behind bruises was panicking. She could feel it flowing off him. He didn't know what his next move was going to be, but she knew he was trying to figure out how he was going to do the impossible and get away from six highly trained killing machines.
There might be a whole lot more to these guys, but they knew how to kill, quickly and efficiently if they wanted to, slowly and messily if they chose.
Somehow, she knew what he was going to do before he did it.
Her captor was going to try to shoot his way out of this, only he wasn't going to start with her. He was going to try to shoot the Delta Team guys.
For some reason, she thought he was going to start with Voodoo.
No way in hell was she allowing that to happen.
Everything seemed to slow down, becoming almost unnaturally drawn out. The man behind her screamed, the sound much too loud for her ears, as he moved the gun, aiming it at Voodoo.
Indigo screamed, too, then she reached out, grabbed his hand, and yanked it down until the weapon was now aimed at her, at him. Her fingers fought with those of the man holding her hostage.
When she won, she pulled the trigger.
Sending a bullet plowing through both of them.
Chapter
Nineteen
January 25th
3:14 A.M.
What the hell had she been thinking?
Didn't she know there were six expert marksmen standing around her, any one of whom could have taken out the man holding her hostage before he could get off a shot?
Voodoo bolted toward Indigo as both she and the hostage taker fell to the ground in a tangle of limbs.
Damn woman had to go and try to save him, always thinking that she was worth less than him, less than anyone, less than everyone.
Skidding to a stop on his knees beside the two bodies, he didn't even spare a glance for the man who had tried to steal Indigo from him. Regardless of how this would have played out, the man would have wound up dead.
Sure, Voodoo would have enjoyed torturing him a little, drawing it out, but in the end, he only cared that a threat to Indigo had been eliminated.
“She shouldn’t have done it,” he mumbled to no one in particular asSteel and Lion grabbed hold of the man and pulled him out of the way, leaving Indigo lying before him.
“She cares about you,” Blade said softly as the other man helped him lie Indigo out so he could get a proper look at her.
“Still shouldn’t have done it. We would have handled it.”
“Maybe she didn't know that,” Dragon reminded him. “Maybe she thought she should do her part. After all, she’s one of us, isn’t she?”
“Always,” he replied as Thunder switched on a bright light that allowed him to remove the NVGs and see her condition more clearly.
There was no denying the fact that Indigo would always be part of them. Even if nothing romantic ever developed between the two of them, his team had already adopted her as one of their own, a little sister of sorts. Voodoo knew that Rose, Cassandra, and Whitney would all immediately take to Indigo as well. She just had a sweetness to her that drew you in, and it wasn't because you felt sorry for her because of her tragic life, it was because despite that tragic life, she was still standing.
Now that he could see her properly, his heart dropped. There was a wound on her leg that looked deep. It hadn't been there when they’d been with her in the forest before she fell into the river, so it had to have happened once she was recaptured. The burns he’d noticed on her when she was brought out of the first building and bundled into the car she crashed looked much worse now that he was up close to them.
But it was the gaping hole in her stomach that had panic seizing his lungs.
