Page 144 of Toxic Revenge: Part Two

Was I going to be overrun the second I crashed through this door? Taking a deep breath, I readjusted my grip on my gun.

“Three.”

Grabbing the door handle, I slammed my shoulder against it. The lock gave under the force, spilling me into a wide-open space.

Another crash sounded from across the warehouse—my packmates getting through their door. Perfect. We were at least all in the building.

I just also happened to be in the centre of the action, surrounded by the enemy.

My ears rang from two quick bangs of my gun, two screams of pain telling me they hit their targets. I darted to the side, sheltering behind a row of metal shelving. Through the gaps I could see Talia, slumped over on a chair across the room.

Her chest rose and fell gently.

She was unconscious, but alive.

Thank fuck.

She was closer to where Conrad and West had come in. I would have to cross an area without ample cover to get to her, but they only had to hug the wall and take out a few of the guys.

That meant I had to draw fire and give my packmates an opening.

Leaning out, I fired another shot. It missed one of the men by a hair. They were all finding cover behind crates and packed shelves, but I had to keep shooting.

I would make myself the biggest threat.

I recognized her bondmate from his photo—he stood near Talia, his expression twisted in bitter rage. There wasn’t a gun in his hand, yet, but a small table held one just off to the side. If he reached for it before Conrad and West could get to him, he could turn the tides and kill Talia in an instant.

“Benjamin has a gun to his right,” I whispered, hoping the earpiece picked it up.

“Got it.” West’s voice was a reassurance.

“I’ll draw them toward me. You go for her.”

“Three minutes until Jurah’s men are on scene,” Lavinia updated. “Don’t do anything rash that gets you shot.”

I was going to do something rash. It may very well get me shot, but so be it.

From the rage distorting Benjamin’s features, Talia didn’t have three minutes. He stalked over to her, slapping her across the face and crouching beside her and slightly behind.

If I was a master marksman, I would have had a clear shot.

He knew none of us were, and he knew we wouldn’t risk her life by trying to shoot him when he was that close to her.

She jolted, hazily blinking as the pain roused her. I darted forward, hiding behind a large crate, and got a shot off in the process. There was a pained grunt, so I must have hit my target.

“Should’ve known your motorcycle club dogs would come barking after you.” Benjamin grabbed Talia’s chin and lifted it, forcing her to look at him.

I was barely able to restrain my snarl.

He didn’t deserve to touch her.

And his hands wouldn’t be anywhere near her for much longer, but I had to keep it together. I had to reload my gun and keep shooting.

“So how did they…” He trailed off, grabbing the gold and ruby necklace and yanking until the clasp broke. “Tracking devices in the jewellery, I bet. Well, if we strip you down and kill them, no one will be able to find you. I’ll use you to get whatever I damn well want from your family. I’ll finally have everything I deserve.”

He patted her down as he went on his villain monologue, removing the bracelet with bruising force and tossing the ring to the side.

Where the fuck were Conrad and West?