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Authors: J. S. Scott
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places, my friends tell me that Grady Sinclair has had his private security force there looking for me. I’ve had to hide like a rabbit, in some of the dirtiest holes imaginable, because I can’t stay in my usual hideouts. The police never would have found me without you and your boyfriend’s help. He put private investigators everywhere, and they report everything to the police. There’s nowhere left for me to hide anymore. This place is going to be surrounded in a few minutes and I’m not going to prison because his employees are breathing down my neck now along with the police. I’d rather die. But I’m taking you and your asshole boyfriend with me,” Paul said, his voice high, desperate, and slurred. “The police never would have found me without his money and power to put so many people on my ass that I couldn’t escape.”
“Paul, don’t do this. You don’t need to shoot anyone,” Emily cried, panicked. “We can walk out of here right now. I’ll go with you as a hostage so you can get away—as long as you don’t use the gun.”
Grady gritted his teeth, his jaw tight, turning her farther toward safety while his eyes never left the dull, dead eyes of the criminal beside him. His arm gripped like a steel band around Emily’s waist. “Over my dead body,” he growled loud enough for her to hear him.
The bastard might take her, but he’d kill her. Grady could tell by the look on the man’s face that he was determined to die and would be more than happy to take him, Emily, and anyone else who got in his way, along with him. In fact, that was exactly what he wanted. The guy had obviously snapped, his sanity gone. The gun that was swaying in Paul’s hand was a Beretta semiautomatic, and Grady shuddered at the number of kids in the building. Luckily, people were pouring out the front door, taking their children out of danger. “Get ready to run like hell and don’t look back,” Grady ordered Emily in a harsh whisper, mentally wishing everyone would hurry the fuck up and get outside. But not everyone was leaving. There were men in the building who had taken cover, but it was mostly the women and children who were exiting. The men were staying as backup, but sending their women and kids out of harm’s way.
“Close those doors. Nobody else leaves,” Paul screamed in a high-pitched voice.
Go. Go. Go. Grady could see the last of the women stream out the door with the kids, the door slamming shut behind them.
And then there was silence.
The only thing he could hear was his heart thundering in his ears, his rage at the fact that Emily was still in danger barely leashed. Grady’s eyes narrowed as Paul stepped closer, now about five feet from his woman. He watched as the gunman’s finger started to twitch on the trigger, the wail of sirens making him edgy. Gut instinct was making the call for Grady, and he knew the time was now .
“Run!” he demanded urgently, blocking Emily with his entire body as he lunged for Paul.
The gun fired once as Grady took the asshole down, but it discharged as the two of them were falling, and he took solace in the fact that Emily should be long gone. Finally, Grady let go of the rage that had been simmering inside of him, tearing the gun from Paul’s hand and sliding it far across the wooden floor for one of the other men to retrieve. He was seeing red, his entire focus on the man who had hurt his woman and put her in danger again tonight.
“You’ll never hurt her again,” he growled, slamming Paul’s head against the hardwood floor.
Crack!
The sound of the bastard’s skull hitting the floor was so satisfying that Grady never felt the punches Paul was giving back as Grady pummeled him, not wanting to stop until any threat to Emily was gone, the man beneath him dead.
Several uniformed officers came between them, two pulling Grady off the battered gunman and two more rolling Paul over to cuff him.
“Easy, man. Let us take over,” one of the officers told
“Paul, don’t do this. You don’t need to shoot anyone,” Emily cried, panicked. “We can walk out of here right now. I’ll go with you as a hostage so you can get away—as long as you don’t use the gun.”
Grady gritted his teeth, his jaw tight, turning her farther toward safety while his eyes never left the dull, dead eyes of the criminal beside him. His arm gripped like a steel band around Emily’s waist. “Over my dead body,” he growled loud enough for her to hear him.
The bastard might take her, but he’d kill her. Grady could tell by the look on the man’s face that he was determined to die and would be more than happy to take him, Emily, and anyone else who got in his way, along with him. In fact, that was exactly what he wanted. The guy had obviously snapped, his sanity gone. The gun that was swaying in Paul’s hand was a Beretta semiautomatic, and Grady shuddered at the number of kids in the building. Luckily, people were pouring out the front door, taking their children out of danger. “Get ready to run like hell and don’t look back,” Grady ordered Emily in a harsh whisper, mentally wishing everyone would hurry the fuck up and get outside. But not everyone was leaving. There were men in the building who had taken cover, but it was mostly the women and children who were exiting. The men were staying as backup, but sending their women and kids out of harm’s way.
“Close those doors. Nobody else leaves,” Paul screamed in a high-pitched voice.
Go. Go. Go. Grady could see the last of the women stream out the door with the kids, the door slamming shut behind them.
And then there was silence.
The only thing he could hear was his heart thundering in his ears, his rage at the fact that Emily was still in danger barely leashed. Grady’s eyes narrowed as Paul stepped closer, now about five feet from his woman. He watched as the gunman’s finger started to twitch on the trigger, the wail of sirens making him edgy. Gut instinct was making the call for Grady, and he knew the time was now .
“Run!” he demanded urgently, blocking Emily with his entire body as he lunged for Paul.
The gun fired once as Grady took the asshole down, but it discharged as the two of them were falling, and he took solace in the fact that Emily should be long gone. Finally, Grady let go of the rage that had been simmering inside of him, tearing the gun from Paul’s hand and sliding it far across the wooden floor for one of the other men to retrieve. He was seeing red, his entire focus on the man who had hurt his woman and put her in danger again tonight.
“You’ll never hurt her again,” he growled, slamming Paul’s head against the hardwood floor.
Crack!
The sound of the bastard’s skull hitting the floor was so satisfying that Grady never felt the punches Paul was giving back as Grady pummeled him, not wanting to stop until any threat to Emily was gone, the man beneath him dead.
Several uniformed officers came between them, two pulling Grady off the battered gunman and two more rolling Paul over to cuff him.
“Easy, man. Let us take over,” one of the officers told
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