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Rebecca had nearly died—the morning after she’d met with him. It was too big a coincidence to ignore, and when you factored in the hit squad that had ambushed Nick at the hotel earlier, it didn’t take a genius to figure out that his location had been compromised.
Shutting off the engine, he threw open the driver’s door and jumped out of the tan-colored sedan, but he’d barely taken three steps when his gaze collided with a startling scene.
Rebecca had just walked through the automatic doors at the entrance. She was flanked by two men in dark suits—one of whom happened to be the mercenary that had popped out of Nick’s hotel room less than an hour ago.
Rebecca’s green eyes widened in recognition when she spotted Nick across the narrow roadway. “Nick!” she shouted, the fear and panic on her face unmistakable.
The mercenaries on either side of her immediately swiveled their heads in Nick’s direction, and a second later, two guns were aimed at him.
Yet again, the sheer boldness of these bastards amazed him. They had no qualms about opening fire—in public—and Nick found himself diving behind the sedan for cover as the mercenaries started shooting.
Screams erupted from the smoking section near the curb. Nick ignored the din and drew his weapon. Sitting on the asphalt, he flattened his back against the passenger-side door, took a deep breath, then risked a glance at the shooters.
Metallic pings echoed in the air as a spray of bullets embedded into the side of the sedan. The men were using silencers. So was Nick, and his next shot came out as a sharp hiss. He hit one of the mercenaries square in the chest, and satisfaction ignited in his gut as he watched the man go down.
More horrified shouts cut the air. It was ten o’clock in the morning, too bright and sunny for a goddamn shoot-out outside a hospital. A swift peek around the front bumper revealed the remaining mercenary dragging Rebecca toward the police cruiser parked near the E.R. entrance. Nick didn’t know how the mercs had managed to get their hands on a cop car, but these men sure as hell weren’t police officers.
“Rebecca!” Nick yelled from his position behind the car. “Get down!”
Rather than obey, the stubborn woman did the exact opposite—she suddenly lunged at the man who was glued to her side, disarming him with a nifty little kickboxing move that would’ve made Nick grin if he wasn’t so frickin’ furious.
Both Rebecca and the merc dived after the falling weapon, but the redhead reached it first. She pointed the gun at her almost-abductor and bounced to her feet, tossing Nick a frantic glance over her shoulder.
The questioning look in her eyes told him she was debating whether to shoot the mercenary, but Nick quickly vetoed that idea by shouting, “Get in the car! I’ll cover you.”
After a beat of hesitation, Rebecca spun on her heels and raced toward the sedan while Nick kept his gun trained on the mercenary. The stocky man was staggering to his feet, his eyes alight with rage as he watched his prey escape.
Nick would’ve liked to put a bullet in the son of a bitch’s head, but the wail of sirens and the shocked faces of the crowd beginning to form stopped him from being stupid. This was a disaster. One merc dead, the other now fleeing the scene, his heavy footsteps thudding on the pavement.
Rebecca slid into the passenger seat and slammed the door, prompting Nick to move. Keeping his head down, he dashed to the driver’s side and jumped into the car. Seconds later, he’d started the engine and was hightailing it out of there.
No media. He clung to the thought as he sped away in a squeal of tires. There had been no cameras or reporters outside the hospital, so at least he didn’t have to worry about his pretty mug appearing on any television screens. But those people on the curb had seen his face—what if one of them had recognized him as Nick Barrett?
His gaze moved to the silent, ashen-faced
Rebecca had nearly died—the morning after she’d met with him. It was too big a coincidence to ignore, and when you factored in the hit squad that had ambushed Nick at the hotel earlier, it didn’t take a genius to figure out that his location had been compromised.
Shutting off the engine, he threw open the driver’s door and jumped out of the tan-colored sedan, but he’d barely taken three steps when his gaze collided with a startling scene.
Rebecca had just walked through the automatic doors at the entrance. She was flanked by two men in dark suits—one of whom happened to be the mercenary that had popped out of Nick’s hotel room less than an hour ago.
Rebecca’s green eyes widened in recognition when she spotted Nick across the narrow roadway. “Nick!” she shouted, the fear and panic on her face unmistakable.
The mercenaries on either side of her immediately swiveled their heads in Nick’s direction, and a second later, two guns were aimed at him.
Yet again, the sheer boldness of these bastards amazed him. They had no qualms about opening fire—in public—and Nick found himself diving behind the sedan for cover as the mercenaries started shooting.
Screams erupted from the smoking section near the curb. Nick ignored the din and drew his weapon. Sitting on the asphalt, he flattened his back against the passenger-side door, took a deep breath, then risked a glance at the shooters.
Metallic pings echoed in the air as a spray of bullets embedded into the side of the sedan. The men were using silencers. So was Nick, and his next shot came out as a sharp hiss. He hit one of the mercenaries square in the chest, and satisfaction ignited in his gut as he watched the man go down.
More horrified shouts cut the air. It was ten o’clock in the morning, too bright and sunny for a goddamn shoot-out outside a hospital. A swift peek around the front bumper revealed the remaining mercenary dragging Rebecca toward the police cruiser parked near the E.R. entrance. Nick didn’t know how the mercs had managed to get their hands on a cop car, but these men sure as hell weren’t police officers.
“Rebecca!” Nick yelled from his position behind the car. “Get down!”
Rather than obey, the stubborn woman did the exact opposite—she suddenly lunged at the man who was glued to her side, disarming him with a nifty little kickboxing move that would’ve made Nick grin if he wasn’t so frickin’ furious.
Both Rebecca and the merc dived after the falling weapon, but the redhead reached it first. She pointed the gun at her almost-abductor and bounced to her feet, tossing Nick a frantic glance over her shoulder.
The questioning look in her eyes told him she was debating whether to shoot the mercenary, but Nick quickly vetoed that idea by shouting, “Get in the car! I’ll cover you.”
After a beat of hesitation, Rebecca spun on her heels and raced toward the sedan while Nick kept his gun trained on the mercenary. The stocky man was staggering to his feet, his eyes alight with rage as he watched his prey escape.
Nick would’ve liked to put a bullet in the son of a bitch’s head, but the wail of sirens and the shocked faces of the crowd beginning to form stopped him from being stupid. This was a disaster. One merc dead, the other now fleeing the scene, his heavy footsteps thudding on the pavement.
Rebecca slid into the passenger seat and slammed the door, prompting Nick to move. Keeping his head down, he dashed to the driver’s side and jumped into the car. Seconds later, he’d started the engine and was hightailing it out of there.
No media. He clung to the thought as he sped away in a squeal of tires. There had been no cameras or reporters outside the hospital, so at least he didn’t have to worry about his pretty mug appearing on any television screens. But those people on the curb had seen his face—what if one of them had recognized him as Nick Barrett?
His gaze moved to the silent, ashen-faced
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