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“Luke!”

My voice broke.

My heart crashed.

My soul shattered.

The despair in my voice recoiled off the walls now caving in on me. My heart jackhammered its way up to my throat, and for a few seconds, time seemed to stand still.

Everyone ran toward him, including me. There was an undeniable sense of awareness penetrating through the room.

Death.

Another gunshot blasted nearby, bringing everyone’s attention to its source.

Except mine.

I pushed off the ground with a heavy heart. I staggered to my feet, moving on autopilot toward him. Nothing or no one could stop me. A force much stronger and more powerful than either of us could ever understand was literally propelling me to him.

Was it love?

By the time I got to him, so did his men, and they sprang into action. They got us the hell out of there. There was no time to talk to him and see if he was okay. He simply grabbed my hand and basically dragged my ass out of there. I could barely keep up with his pace in my heeled boots.

After we were in his bulletproof SUV, the driver sped off like a bat out of hell. From there on out, it was straight business. Luke spent the entire time on the phone yelling at someone as I applied pressure on his wound with my bare hands and the sweater of mine I found in the back seat.

He didn’t pay me any mind. It was as if he wasn’t in any pain. However, he did keep his hand on my thigh, and every few seconds, I could feel him gripping it. I knew it was the pain he was feeling, and it was the only way not to succumb to it.

They drove us to a house I’d never been to. I had no idea where we even were. We were out in the middle of nowhere. Everything was as immaculate in this place as his condo was. I imagined it was another one of his properties.

Once we arrived, I cleaned up and changed into some of his clothes. Dying to feel close to him. Mine were ruined, covered in his blood. I’d be burning them now. I nervously stayed out of everyone’s way, simply waiting for my turn to be with him. I’d wait all night if I had to.

I wasn’t going anywhere.

I couldn’t believe he took a bullet for me…

I sat there in shock for I don’t know how long. I was in a daze, trying to keep my emotions in check but feeling as if I was failing miserably.

What the hell is happening?

One thing was for sure—if I thought I was falling for him before…

Well this, this just added a whole ass other level I wasn’t expecting, and I didn’t know what scared me more.

My feelings for him.

Or the life that he led.

LUKE

“Got it,” Dr. Reyes informed, throwing the bloody bullet that was in my left shoulder onto the table. “Clean hit, too. Didn’t nick any nerves. I’ll stitch you up, and it should close within a week. You’re lucky. Could have been your heart.” He pointed at my heart before he added, “I’ll be right back.”

When he was out of sight, Shawn questioned, “How the fuck did they get on the compound? That place is fucking Fort Knox. Who do you think let them in?”

My mind was reeling.

It could have been anyone, including Shawn, and I wasn’t dumb enough to think otherwise. For years, I had loyalty, and that wasn’t something I ever took for granted. Now, I had traitors among me who were supposed to be like family. I didn’t know who I could trust and that was the hardest pill to swallow.

I had to solve this on my own.

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