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The newcomer left, straight out the door on the other side.
“You’re going to pay for this,” Jessica snarled.
Oliver merely snorted.
She roared her rage and stomped back on Oliver’s foot. The man howled. Jessica managed to get an arm free and turned, driving her fist into Oliver’s throat.
Holy shit.
Samuel stepped into the room, gun up. “Don’t fucking move, Oliver. Don’t fucking do it.”
Oliver turned wide, fearful eyes on Samuel.
Jessica’s head whipped around. “Oh my God, you’re okay?”
Oliver yanked out of her grip.
“Watch out!” Samuel rushed forward.
But Oliver didn’t attack. He turned tail and fucking ran.
Samuel’s heart pounded against his ribs and his head pulsed with an incoming migraine. Outside he could still hear the shouts of people and the fire of guns.
Where were the Aegis Group fuckers?
Only a few minutes had passed.
The cops would be here any damn minute.
“We need to get out.” He took Jessica’s free hand.
There were tears in her eyes. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”
“Later,” he snapped. “We need to—”
Her eyes widened. “Look out!”
He spun in time to take a fist to the jaw and the blazing eyes of Maxwell Edward.
“You bastard,” he roared. “What did you do?”
Samuel staggered back, one arm out to sweep Jessica far from the man. He held up the gun, but Edward ignored it.
“I’m going to kill you. I’m going to kill you, you hear?” Edward reached behind him.
Samuel’s vision was still slightly off. He had to have a concussion at this rate. He took aim as best he could and fired—but it went wide.
Edward ducked and brought up his own weapon. But something was already sailing past Samuel. The object hit Edward’s arm before he could fire.
The gun went flying.
Samuel took the opportunity and fired a second time, but instead of running, Edward charged him and Samuel wasn’t fast enough. The built older man rammed into Samuel like a freight train, forcing him back.
The last thing Samuel heard as his vision hazed was Jessica’s scream.
He hadn’t saved her after all…
Wednesday. London, UK.