“Tommy is going to kill you. Kieran and Enzo too. We have to go,” I croaked.
“Pip, I need to know where you’re hurt.”
I pulled my hand from my neck and held it up. My pinky and the finger next to it were broken. They definitely shouldn’t look like that.
“No!” Wyatt wailed over the sounds of the gunfight, andI surged to my feet.
Hiro caught me around the waist and towed me back.
“That’s Wyatt,” I yelled. “I have to help him.”
“Stay here,” Hiro said, moving in front of me. Before he could disappear, he stopped and turned back, pulling a gun from somewhere on his body. I watched him disengage the safety and check the clip. “Point and shoot if anything even looks in your direction.”
I took the gun. It was heavy in my hands.
“I mean it, Garrett,” he said, all business. “Aim and shoot.”
I nodded.
“I’ll be right back,” he said and disappeared.
CHAPTER
THIRTY-SIX
Ghost
The sound of gunfire was nothing new for me, and I tuned it out as easily as some tuned out the radio. But the bruises and blood on Pip’s face? Impossible to ignore.
Using Enzo’s ambush as a cover to come in from the back worked well, and I should have had Pip out of here already, but if I left Wyatt behind, he’d never forgive me.
“I’ll be right back,” I told him, sweeping my eyes over his face once more before turning away.
“No!” the voice that belonged to Wyatt screamed again, and I followed it to see a guy not much older than Rett, wearing torn, tattered clothes, bruises all over his face, and dark hair matted to his head.
As I watched, he used the chair he was tied to as a battering ram to smash into a man coming up behind Enzo, who was already facing off with three other men.
The pair went down, with Wyatt falling over the chair and the man he’d rammed, and didn’t get up. Hearing the commotion, Enzo turned and caught a fist to his cheek because of the distraction. He didn’t seem to notice,eyes going to the boy sprawled under the chair.
“Wyatt,” he roared and raised his gun, shooting one of the men nearby at point-blank range. Then he shot the man trying to get up from the floor.
The other two men he’d been taking on brought up their guns, but I eliminated them before they had a chance to even get their fingers on the trigger.
Enzo glanced at them and then at me in surprise. He nodded and grabbed the chair, lifting the unconscious boy with it.
Another man took aim at them, and I took him out too.
When I turned back, Enzo had Wyatt out of the chair and in his arms, his men flanking him with guns.
I went back to Pip, who was pressed against the crates, shaking so badly that the gun in his clutches vibrated. I took it and scooped him up, skirting the perimeter of the room toward the window I’d come through.
“Wyatt?”
“Enzo has him,” I said.
“But—”
“I’m getting you out of here,” I said, no room for discussion. Didn’t he understand I didn’t care if this entire place blew as long as he wasn’t in it?
