Page 71 of Bound By Betrayal

“Fuck.” A loud thud against the dirt had me glancing back in time to catch Holly taking a tumble, possibly having tripped over her own feet. At least that’s what I hoped, not that she’d been hit. My first instinct was to run to her aid, but I heard Kai release a sharp hiss, and I knew he’d been hit.

“Kai!”

“I’m fine,” he yelled back. “Flesh wound.”

Despite his reassurance, I felt my heart pounding out of my chest. I knew I wouldn’t be okay until I saw his wound with my own eyes. Holly had already caught up as we crossed the gate and split toward our respective rides.

“I dropped it,” she yelled as she climbed into her car. “I dropped the laptop… I couldn’t go back.”

“It’s okay,” I yelled. Jumping on the back of Kai’s bike, I pulled the helmet over my head as he did the same.

The engine roared to life, and we raced down the street just as one of Rojas’s crew pulled out of the gate in a black SUV. Holly had taken off in the opposite direction.

“Baby, hold on tight.”

My fingers interlocked around his torso. “Kai, where are you hit?”

“I’m good. Caught some lead in the arm, but it’s nothing.”

“Don’t lie to me. Please.” I hadn’t meant to sound so vulnerable and afraid, but the thought of him hurt made my heart heavy.

“So you do care?”

“Kai, don’t make me kill you.”

Our moment only lasted seconds as more bullets were sent our way.

“Malditos.” I reached into Kai’s holster and pulled out his Glock, returning fire while holding on to him with one hand.

The SUV’s windshield shattered, causing the vehicle to swerve uncontrollably before righting itself and continuing its pursuit. When the gunfire stopped, I was sure I’d hit the passenger. “I’m out!” I shouted, dropping the empty mag and reaching for a new one.

“The bag, baby.”

I noted the strain in his voice, and my stomach plummeted. “Kai? Talk to me.”

“The bag. Get the bag. I’m fine.”

“Fuck.” Reaching into the black backpack, I pulled an MP7 and set it on full auto.

“Steady, vicious. Keep it steady. You can do this.”

A bullet ricocheted off the body of the bike, causing Kai to swerve slightly, and I bumped my head on his back. “Easy,” I said, giving him a reassuring squeeze. The moment he grunted in pain, a haze of rage rolled through me. Twisting around, I let it rip, spraying into the vehicle’s cabin until my arm couldn’t take the pressure, and it dropped onto the highway. But not before doing its job.

The SUV hit the stone median, clipping the edge and flipping twice.

“Did we lose them?” he asked.

“Yeah, we did.”

Kai glanced back briefly and saw the fiery wreckage.

“That’s my girl.”

“I’m your wife.”

“My fucking wife.”

I circled his waist with both arms, and that’s when I finally felt the wetness, and he flinched.