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“Castor?” I shout through the gunfire.
“I see the Barinov!” someone shouts, his voice just as heavy with a Greek accent as any of the others.
Instinctively, I turn to the voice, gun drawn.
And then another shout stops me in my tracks.
“Leo! No!”
It’s like I’ve been plunged beneath an icy lake. Hell, I freeze so hard that my gun almost drops out of my hand.
“… Sophia?”
“Over here!”
Her voice is so warm and inviting. Even through all of the violent chaos, I can’t help but melt. I’m not frozen for long, and I hardly even hear the bullets whizzing over my head as I turn around and spot her.
Sophia. The most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. The girl of my fucking dreams. A warrior princess.
My girl.
She’s standing at the edge of the action, a steaming Glock wrapped up in her fingers, surrounded by half a dozen heavily armed soldiers. Instantly, I recognize Castor as one of them.
Both he and Sophia wave me over.
“We need to get out of here!” Sophia shouts. “Retsos has already sent more men!”
I don’t hesitate to start running towards her.
But it only takes a few steps before I see a shadow racing towards me from out of the corner of my eye. I don’t care who’s side he’s on, I’m not taking any chances. Without even turning around, I raise my gun in its direction and fire. The body crumples to the ground and I continue on to the girl I came to rescue.
… Even if it looks like she’s the one rescuing me.
“Sophia!” I shout. Breaking through her protective wall of bodyguards, I take her in my arms and squeeze.
Holy fuck. She’s real.
“Leo!” she cries into my chest.
“I thought you were dead…”
“We all will be soon, if we don’t get out of here,” I hear Castor roar.
“How did you escape?” I ask Sophia, looking down at her perfect fucking face. It hardly matters that we’re in the middle of a gunfight, I just want to kiss her.
“Castor got me,” she says, nodding over my shoulder.
“From Retsos?”
A look of confusion contorts her pretty face. “Retsos never had me…”
I knew that Greek bastard was lying. I’m glad I slit his throat. But then who took Sophia? How the fuck did she get here?
“Let’s get the hell out of here!” Castor shouts again.
Swatting away my own confusion, I take Sophia’s hand. “We’ll figure everything out later. The man is right. We need to leave.”
Together, we start to run away from the action, flanked by Greek soldiers. No. Not just Greek soldiers. I spot some of my assassins here too. They’ve all formed a perimeter around us.
