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Marcela reeled backward into her men.

Mateo’s attention snapped toward Marcela.

The rifleman swung his weapon after Isabella.

There was my opening.

I dropped.

Pain tore through my ribs as I scooped up both pistols. Ciro’s came up first.

I fired once.

The rifleman was still trying to bring his sights onto Isabella when I put a bullet through his eye.

His head snapped backward, and the rifle dropped with him before his finger could finish tightening on the trigger.

Rafael’s pistol was already coming up in my other hand.

I fired.

The round tore through Mateo’s right upper arm near the shoulder and spun him sideways into Marcela. His pistol hit the concrete as his arm went useless.

Marcela crashed against him, shrieking behind the hands pressed to her face. Mateo caught her with his good arm and dragged her back, blood running freely from his own wound.

I had a clear shot at Marcela.

After everything that cunt had done to me, I could finally put a bullet through her and end it.

Then Isabella bolted for the service door.

Fuck vengeance.

Marcela could wait.

Isabella couldn’t.

I shoved Rafael’s pistol into the back of my waistband, kept Ciro’s raised, and snatched the leather strap with the key from beside Rafael’s body.

Isabella reached the door and yanked uselessly at the handle.

A gunshot cracked from somewhere across the courtyard, and the round slammed into the box truck behind us.

I caught up, jammed the key into the lock, and turned it. The mechanism gave with a heavy clunk.

I ripped the door open.

“Let’s go.”

Isabella went through first.

I followed immediately, hauled the steel door shut behind us, and turned the lock.

Marcela’s screams dropped from a full-throated shriek to a muffled howl on the other side.

Best sound I’d heard all fucking day.

Chapter twenty-two