Page 80 of The Boss

Quinn whisper-barks some Irish commands before the men disperse. Mac takes a man, Collin takes two, another pair passes me, heading back to the house and Quinn…goes off alone.

Of course.

Giant idiot.

I follow him, staying in the hedges as much as I can. Eventually I switch to keeping my distance and lurking behind tree trunk after tree trunk. We’re heading around one of the bunkhouses where I’ve learned the youngest recruits stay together. I’m assuming he sent a team on the far side of the building but I can only see Quinn on this side. And, sure enough, we are not far from that spot I warned him about. The service road.

Quinn follows after one of the dogs who is on the hunt, sniffing something out. I pick up my pace. If I’m seen, fine.

I watch the dog, then Quinn’s exposed side, then the dog. Wait. I realize it when Quinn does. That dog is following a trail of something. Like breadcrumbs purposely meant to lead him to a trap.

Then I see a man, running toward my husband.

“Quinn!” I scream.

The guy turns and I swear he lights up like the flood lamps to our left.

“Look what I have here,” I hear his scratchy, old voice right before he lunges for me. I dart back but trip.Fuck!

The attacker tries to grab me and I see him reach for a weapon at his back. He gets close enough I can see the whites of his eyes and right as he’s about to touch me, I move. Pull, position the blade, drive it up into his stomach.

“Luna!” Quinn roars my name, looking absolutely unhinged. His arms bulge and his thighs flex as he sprints closer, pulling out a gun with one hand and a massive knife with another.

But he can just chill because this fucker is going down. I twist the knife hard and the attacker cries out.Surprise! Not your average little mafia wife, asshole!

He gasps, shocked and angry, and mutters a string of curses. He pulls away like he’s going to run.

But he’s not done.

With a snarl, he twists back and grabs…a blade. It barely flashes in the moonlight before it rips through my side like a comet. It burns.

My scream is more rage than pain because he didnotjust throw his knife at me!

He smirks before rolling away, clearly in pain. Even so, he ducks under the fence and is lost in shadows faster than I would’ve thought possible. Either he’s a superhero or I’m slowing down.

“Luna!” Quinn reaches me, eyes wild.

My husband is so hot. He has his gun out. Why isn’t he shooting that guy? I should ask him to take me to the gun range. I should ask him to take my virginity. I should ask him to kiss me.

What?

Oh right, I was stabbed. And I’m bleeding fast.Damn it!

“Go,” I say, looking out into the black.

“I’ve got men on that side of the fence already.”

“Oh. Ok.” I lift my hand and see blood. A lot of blood. ”Better call Seamus,” I mumble.

“Fuck!”

“Yeah, but did you see me stab him? He didn’t seethatcoming.”

Quinn exhales an almost-laugh.

“Couldn’t just stay in your room,” he mutters as he picks me up. He yells at Collin to get a golf cart over here. Collin talks into one of their ancient walkie talkies.

“And miss all the fun?” I manage to say, he curses and rolls his eyes but his mouth twitches too. “Guess I didn’t miss all the fun. We had fun earlier tonight,.” I try to wag my eyebrows I’m not sure I’m succeeding.