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My heart warmed.

His words sent a shiver down my spine.

But before I could respond, a deafening explosion resonated from the direction of the strip club’s entrance, followed by another explosion from the back.

What the fuck?!!!

Chapter thirty-two

A Dance with Death

Emily

Another explosion came.

All music ceased.

“What the fuck?!” I got out of Kaz’s arms, pulled up the top of my dress, and also yanked down the dress’s bottom.

The abrupt shift from intimate pleasure to immediate danger was disorienting. My heated body still tingled from Kaz’s touch; my heart pounded in sync with the residual echoes of our shared climax.

But all thoughts of desire evaporated as a cold surge of dread coursed through my veins.

“Stay behind me.” Kaz turned around, blocking me with his back.

His men rushed our way, raised their guns in the air, and created a human barrier around us—a living shield.

My whole body tensed up, my muscles trembling with terror. Every nerve felt heightened and on edge, making my skin prickle.

Who the hell could be coming for us now?

The metallic taste of anxiety flooded my mouth, like I had just been hit in the face with a bolt of lightning.

Then, the rat-a-tat-tat of machine guns rattled from the alley.

Rapid and intimidating.

We all turned our views that way.

Someone is trying to come in from the back.

Then, a barrage of bullets erupted from the front, drowning out dancers’ screams.

Kaz and I turned our attention to that direction.

Holy fucking shit.

Chaos reigned supreme.

The lights blinked, flickering on and off.

On and off.

Illuminating the hallway and then drowning us in shadows.

It created a disorienting effect that added to the horror.

I got closer to Kaz. “You think this is the Mexicans, Columbians, both, or someone else?”

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