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“Kennedy, keep saying sexy shit like that and I’ll fuck your pretty ass through the pain.”
Sadness took her beautiful features. “Franco, please hang on,” she pleaded before turning away, and opened fire on the men approaching from our left.
“Sweetheart, I’ll muscle through it,” I promised, before weaving through the furniture toward the armed men pouring onto the property. I flicked the switchblade, then tossed it. The knife left my hand, slamming into a guy’s eye.
“Boss, the helicopter’s almost here,” Vigo yelled.
Holding my ground, I gripped my rifle and squeezed the trigger. The bullets hurled through the air, striking their bodies. Some were hit in the head. Others were injured, gripping an arm or leg.
Two men ran headfirst, knocking me to the ground. One tried holding me down while the other rammed his boot into the wound in my abdomen.
“Oof,” I grunted. A deep, sharp pain exploded in my stomach.
There was no time to give in to the pain plundering through my body in waves.
“Franco,” Kennedy shouted, worry heavy in her voice.
Kennedy tussled with a man, trying to pull her toward the exit. She tried grabbing her rifle, dangling on the strap against her back, but couldn’t. My eyes widened. Was Anders trying to grab my wife? Fuck that. I jumped to my feet. The adrenaline kicked in as I trekked toward her, unloading my magazine on those closing in. With grace and precision, she slipped the knife across his throat, then dropped him to the ground. Another man crept up beside her. Kennedy plunged a knife into the side of his neck. She shoved her foot into his chest, kicking his muscled body into the pool.
“Kennedy, we have to move. I have a surprise approaching...”
The sound of the helicopter blades whooshed nearby. “...Now.”
She continued on, ready to take out more men. I wrapped my arm around her waist, pulling her with me.
“Kennedy, we have to move. The helicopter is here.”
Either she didn’t hear me, or she zoned out.
“Everyone back!” I yelled.
Damon and Kitura came into view as I inched backward. I knew Vigo was behind me. It was his job to have my back.
Kennedy threw the knife across the yard. It slammed into a guy’s face.
“Shit,” I yelled.
“She zoned out, I see,” Damon said.
I glanced at him. “She’s done this before?” I asked.
“Yes. She’s only focused on killing for survival in this state.”
My nose nuzzled her earlobe. “Sweetheart, can you hear me?”
Her chest rose and fell under my arm. The helicopter unleashed the big guns overhead.
The sound of the bullets raining down on the men below was almost deafening. The sound reminded me of a gunfire scene from Tom Clancy’s Jack Ryan thriller.
Kennedy blinked twice. The rapid sound of gunfire pulled her out of her trance.
“We have to move, sweetheart,” I reminded.
She nodded.
“Come in, Saro.”
“Yes, boss.”
