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Slowly he shakes his head.
My eyes meet his and I nod.
“Don’t,” he grabs my arm.
“I’m so sorry,” I whisper, as I yank my blade from the sheath and slice his arm wide open. Screaming, he releases his grip, giving me just enough time to jump out of the van and take off running.
“Spencer!! Goddamnit love, get back here!”
His screams echo through the alley and through my earpiece. Ripping the earpiece out, I toss it on the ground and keep running. I run like my life depends on it, but it’s not my life I’m worried about, it’s his.
Chapter thirty-six
Travis
I manage to fire the shots off, but Riot and I are both down. Pulling myself across the floor, I lean my back against the wall, and fumble with my belt buckle. Blood pours from the open hole in my thigh, and I just need to stop the bleeding.
“Riot, talk to me,” I mumble, as I pull the belt off.
“I- I’m good boss. Just another graze, I’m good.”
“Check the identities,” I groan as I wrap the belt around my thigh. Pain sears through my leg like fire, and I grunt as I pull the belt underneath my leg.
“They can fucking wait,” he mutters as he crouches down beside me.
“Behind you!” I yell as two guys run through the doorway. Rolling to the side, Riot pulls out two guns, firing both and the men drop like flies.
Turning back to me, he pulls the belt from my hands. Dropping my head against the wall, I wince in pain as he yanks the belt tight, forming a tourniquet around my leg in attempts to slow the bleeding.
“I think I got it, it’s slowing down.”
“Fuck that shit hurts,” I wince.
“Guys!” a shout rings through the air followed by another gunshot. Another body drops through the doorway, and Hannah follows through, right on the heels of the man she just took out.
“Hannah, check under the masks,” I order. Her eyes go from me and Riot to the six bodies on the floor. She's trying to assess which is more important, my blood loss or the dead men sprawled across the room.
“Damn you,” she gripes, as she turns and squats down between the bodies, holstering her gun. Moving from one to the other, I try to divert my attention by watching her pull off the masks as Riot secures the belt tightly around my thigh.
“It looks through and through thank god,” Riot sighs, assessing the damage to my quad.
“Guys, I’m so sorry,” Hannah gasps.
“What?” I groan, pushing myself to my feet.
“It’s Grant.”
She steps to the side, and there lies the great Grant Maddox, deader than a fucking doornail. We hadn’t intended to kill him, it was never part of the plan. We needed to know how far Spencer’s connections to the Syndicate went. We needed to be able to make sure that no one else would be coming after her once Grant was out of the picture.
And more than all of that, she deserved her vengeance. She deserved the opportunity to take him out herself. To face her demons head on and come out the other side stronger for it.
“Well, fuck,” I mumble under my breath, nudging Grant’s leg with my toes, watching the dead weight roll back and forth.
“Maybe we should help the guys,” Riot speaks up. “Nothing else we can fucking do here. Besides, you need fucking patched up.”
Nodding my head, I limp out of the room toward the staircase. Something happened to our communication devices when we entered that room, almost like something was scrambling the airwaves, but as we reach the staircase, the crackling stops.
“Zeke, you copy?”