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I grunted in pain but spun to face the shooter while keeping Sage protected. The drugged guard staggered out of an office like he was drunk, the pistol in his hand flailing wildly.

Before I could reload, someone fired two rounds from below. Both bullets hit the guard in the chest. He slumped onto the balustrade, and with his unsteady momentum, went straight over. The sickening thud as his body hit the floor told me he wasn’t walking away from that injury.

I glanced over the filing cabinet to see Cameron holding a small pistol in her shaking hands and the broken body of her guard bleeding out nearby.

Sticky wetness leaked down my arm. “For Christ’s sake, he winged me. Should’ve shot his unconscious ass when I had the chance.”

Sage’s eyes widened as she took in my wound. “You’re bleeding.” She knelt beside me, ripped off her apron, and tied it firm around my bicep.

I was lucky. The bullet had only clipped the outside of my arm, so there was no lead stuck in me. It wasn’t serious, but the flesh wound would need cleaning and stitches.

Later, though.

“Is it safe to come out now?” Justin McKenzie stuck his head out from an office.

I snorted. Cockroaches always survived.

It was time to go. The three of us headed downstairs, where we met Shep and Cameron.

“Justin!” Cameron gripped her brother in an embrace, causing him to wince.

Shep’s glare was murderous as he took in McKenzie. If that junkie thought he was safe because he was out of the Mob’s clutches, he was dead wrong. I’d also have to face Shep’s wrath soon. For now, he needed me to help get us out of here safely. But after? That was another story.

I patted down a nearby body and pocketed a set of car keys.

We didn’t have time for the happy McKenzie family reunion, so I took Sage’s hand and headed for the exit. “Parking lot, people. Let’s hustle.”