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“I will never believe that Bermuda could set me up or hurt me,” Beau insisted. “Please. I can’t.” He whirled and pounded across the living area and up the stairs.
They heard his suite door slam and then his footsteps loudly pounding across the suite and his bathroom door slam as well.
Ike’s phone buzzed. “The extra sensors and cameras I installed,” he said.
They’d gone off because Beau went into the room, but Ike pulled it out to check. His gaze narrowed and he leapt to his feet. “Someone’s in his room.”
He was already headed for the stairs. Myra rushed after him. “It’s not Beau?”
“Not tall enough and much thicker. I just saw the guy’s back. It looked like he was waiting for Beau to come out of the bathroom.”
They sprinted up the stairs but slowed their pace and went whisper-quiet as they approached Beau’s door.
Ike slid the Glock out of the back of his waistband. She pulled her Sig out.
He nodded to Myra and then kicked the door open, sending bits of the doorframe flying.
Ike cleared the door first, Myra right behind him.
“Put the guns down,” a man screamed from across the room. “Or I’ll kill him.”
Myra’s gaze zeroed in on Beau across the room. A beefy man held a knife to Beau’s throat. Donavon. He must’ve quietly followed him into Beau’s suite then grabbed him as he came back out of the bathroom. Beau looked more angry than scared.
“Myra!” Beau hollered.
An arm wrapped around her neck and yanked her back against a man’s chest, effectively cutting off her oxygen supply.
She launched up to break the hold, but the man holding her was wrenched away from her. She heard bone crack and a squeal as Ike broke the man’s arm. Myra was looking into the grimacing face of Harrison, the guard they’d been worried about who’d been on paid leave.
Yanking Harrison’s broken arm farther up his back while the guard panted in pain, Ike turned to Donavon and Beau.
Since Ike had incapacitated her threat, she dodged to help Beau.
“I’ll slice him open,” Donavon yelled. As if to prove his point, he flicked the knife across Beau’s cheek. Beau cursed as blood ran down to his chin.
Myra froze, aiming her gun and checking the angle. If she could take a step to the left, she could shoot him right through the shoulder without endangering Beau.
“The next cut will be his neck, wide open,” Donavon sneered.
“Are you the Star Stabber?” Ike asked. Distracting Donavon. That was good.
“No.” Donavon laughed. “Great cover though, right? I paid Divine to sabotage Beau and get Bermuda to dump him. I’m Bermuda’s accountant, so I got her banking numbers and sent the money from her account.” He smiled, obviously proud of himself. “Then I sent a few copycat threats, paying Harrison in cash to sneak them in and take care of the cameras. At first I was just going to scare the idiot while I won Bermuda over.”
“I’ll kill you if you touch her,” Beau threatened.
“Ha! I’m going to kill you,” Donavon yelled. “She told me today she loved you and I knew I had to make a move. Once you’re dead, she’ll turn to me for comfort.”
Myra eased to the left and made eye contact with Ike to show him she had the angle.
“No,” Ike commanded her.
He shoved Harrison away from him. The man slammed into the wall, drawing Donavon’s gaze. Ike raised his Glock and took the shot. Blood exploded from Donavon’s arm. He screeched and dropped the knife.
Myra leapt toward them to intercept Donavon and protect Beau.
Ike flew through the air, plowing into the screaming Donavon before she could reach him. Ike knocked Donavon away from Beau and they slammed to the floor. Myra ran into Beau before she could stop her momentum.
Beau steadied her, blood trailing down his cheek. “You all right?” he asked.
