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“I’m not pouting. I’m sexily brooding.” He puckers his lips, the spill of freckles on his face makes him look like the brat he is. I have to turn my face to the side to hide yet another smile.

His eyes widen for a split second at the sight. “Really? I prefer when you’re a grumpy fucker!” he mutters, crossing his arms.

My smile widens. It feels so fucking good to be with him—to share these lighthearted moments.

Instead of giving me another ridiculously snarky retort, he looks at me with heated eyes. Fuck! I have to adjust my jeans where my half-hard cock is achingly straining.

“You’re impossible!” He sounds exasperated but grins back.

I park in a long stretch of empty spots and turn off the car. Opening the door, I check my phone. No text. I try calling Opal, but there’s no answer, it goes straight to voicemail.

I get out of the car to stretch my body, and Ramiel rounds the hood.

“You shouldn’t be out, there’s still a hit on—Duck!” Ramiel yells as he jumps on top of me, and we fall half inside the car. The sound of a bullet pierces the air, then another.

We crawl fully inside, and Ramiel locks the door, pushing me into the back seat.

“Serena, check the perimeter, the radius and trajectory of the bullets. Find the shooter, now! And call the closest brother.”

“Rami, I asked you for that info two days ago. Where the fuck…?” I hear a male voice resounding through the car’s Bluetooth. It halts when there’s more shooting.

“Uri, somebody is shooting at us. One sniper rifle, red dot sights, eighty feet away. Roof of the building. Ask Serena for details.”

“Coming. Are you in a safe spot?”

“Bulletproof Jeep,” Ramiel replies.

“Don’t move, otherwise they’ll leave. Keep giving him a target.”

“Really?” Ramiel barks, as the shooting continues.

“It’s your bulletproof Jeep, you are fine unless they have a rocket launcher.”

“Fuck you, Uri. I won’t keep Hunter in danger!”

“Do you have guns?” Uri asks.

“Yes. But they’re too far, and I could hit someone,” I reply.

“I’ll get the fucker. I’m five minutes away. Four now. Stayput.”

“So damn tired of being shot at!” I snarl, sitting low near Ramiel.

The sniper keeps trying, but the car shields us. For how long though? Spider webs are starting to form on the windows.

“Fuck this!” Ramiel makes a move to go to the front, but I stop him.

“No. Let’s wait a couple of minutes more.” I grab his arm and squeeze lightly. I won’t have him put himself in danger for me—more than he already is.

“Serena says he’s at ten o’clock on the roof of that red building, wearing a black hat.” Ramiel points to my left. That’s when I see blood on his shoulder.

“Fuck, you’re bleeding.” Dread claws inside of me.

“I’m fine.” His words barely register as I tear the shirt to check.

“See? Just a graze. That was hot though, Bear.” He caresses my cheek.

“Got him!” Uri’s voice shoves a little relief down my narrowing throat. “Get out of there before the cops arrive.”