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It’s every gang for itself.
I spot a redheaded woman on the ground, still strapped to a metal chair.
There she is.
I quicken my pace, swapping my gun for a knife from my holster as I move so I can cut the ties around her. The three inside had been knocked out by the explosion, so she’s unconscious when I get to her.
My heart skips a beat despite myself when I see her face. No amount of debris and cement dust can take away from her beauty. Her red hair falls in waves scattered around her head, a few stray tendrils hanging aesthetically off her high cheekbones.Her straight nose bears a light smattering of freckles, and her half-open lips are full and kissable.
Now is not the time.
I shake my head to clear it. It’s really not the time. I’m shocked at myself for my reaction, but I can't sit around and figure it out right now.
I lift her by the shoulders gently, and dust falls out of her hair. A trickle of blood flows down her forehead, and I realize she’s injured. A frown twists my face, but there’s no time.
I lift her over my shoulder and get back to my feet. I meet Tanner outside.
“Cleaned up?” I ask.
“All cameras wiped. We’re ghosts. Is that the girl?” He looks at her ass next to my head, visible from the way she’s hanging over my shoulder. “That’s a nice ass.”
Right as Tanner says this, our getaway car pulls up in front of us.
“Yeah. It’s the girl.” I ignore his other comment. “Where’s Josiah?”
I’m still speaking when I hear maniacal laughter coming from the earpiece connecting all three of us.
“I can hear you, boss! I’m on my way back!” Josiah says, sounding like he’s having a lot of fun. I can hear several hits and screams in the background.
I turn with a raised eyebrow to Tanner, and he just shrugs and says, “You know how he is.”
I do.
I get in the back of the van and set the girl down, just as Josiah comes barreling around the corner with his men, several enemies at their heels.
“Get to the van, boys! I’ll keep them busy while you take off!” he shouts. His men leave his side as he turns to face the enemies.
The first unfortunate man is met with Josiah’s fist straight into the bridge of his nose, and blood spurts out. I just know Josiah is grinning like a kid at Christmas underneath his mask as he fights.
The man absolutely loves a brawl. He’s overpowering his attackers with nothing but pure strength, grabbing one’s arm mid-punch and twisting it back while spinning him around to use as a shield from another hit. He dislocates the poor guy’s shoulder before lifting him like a bag of trash and throwing him back against the five men who were still trying to attack.
Josiah’s men are running as fast as they can while he handles the enemies. Finally, they clamber into the truck, and the driver starts it.
“Oi, Josiah. Your men made it in. Get back now,” Tanner says into the earpiece.
But Josiah is too engrossed in his fight. He ignores Tanner, continuing to laugh as one of the attackers charges at him in what looks like it’s supposed to be a spear move. Josiah is a tank at six foot four with all those muscles. He lifts the guy easily and slams him on the ground, causing the man to scream.
“Josiah,” I say calmly. “Let’s go.”
The van is already driving away, but at my words, Josiah spins on his heel and chases us, diving into the back of the van just as we start to pick up speed.
“He only listens to you,” Tanner murmurs as we get up to shut the doors.
“Let’s just get out of here.”
Chapter 5
Amelia
