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Chapter 20
Marcas!” Sarena screamed.
Ashton gripped her tight against him as the gunfire echoed through the air. She struggled to be let loose, but his strong arms held her back.
Her body frozen in place, she watched Silas’s body go still. A small dot formed on his forehead, a look of horror etched on his face. His knees gave way, and his body crashed to the ground, unmoving.
She turned to find the muzzle of Declan’s gun pointed at the melee, still smoking. Declan’s hard eyes were locked on the two gangsters standing around Marcas. She gasped and turned back to where Marcas lay unmoving on the ground. The doors behind them burst forth.
The Feds converged on the parking lot. The other gang bangers halted with their hands held in the air. The Feds barked orders with their guns drawn. The scene was like something out of a movie. She took in the throng of people rushing around in the once-empty parking lot.
Sarena broke free from Ashton’s grasp. The federal agents surrounded the van and the gangsters, quickly handcuffing Taser and Smurf.
“Marcas,” she whispered, watching them being taken away.
A hand gripped hers as she took a step toward Mac. She turned to find Ashton staring at her.
“He’s hurt. Let them check him out,” he murmured.
Her gaze flew back to Marcas to find EMTs surrounding him.
“I have to go to him,” she snapped, pulling her hand away from him. Curses sounded behind her, and she ran forward. She had to get to him. He was willing to give up his life for her. She rushed forward, dodging the crowd of people. Her arms were still aching from being handcuffed behind her, but she ignored the pain as she flew toward Marcas’s side.
“Get off me!” he hollered, trying to sit up off the ground. He frantically searched the crowd and relaxed as she made her way to him.
She bit back a smile. He practically growled at the EMT trying to keep him from getting up. He stood to his feet and swayed a little but kept his eyes locked on her.
“Marcas,” she cried out, running straight into his open arms.
He grunted and enclosed her in his embrace. She cried, and her body shook with sobs.
They could have lost each other.
“Sarena. It’s going to be okay. It’s over,” he murmured against her ear, gripping her tight in his arms.
She held on with every breath she drew into her chest. She leaned back and met his gaze, and he wiped tears from her cheeks. His face was battered and bruised, but it was handsome face to her and it belonged to the man who loved her.
The man willing to give up his life for her.
“Sergeant MacArthur,” a voice spoke up from beside them.
Her body stiffened, and Marcas tensed up at the voice.
“I presume this is Sarena Rucker.”
“Yes, it is,” he acknowledged, pulling her close.
She turned to find an FBI agent standing next to them. A few other men dressed in the same blue jackets that had FBI sprawled across the chest stood behind him. His cold eyes flickered to her before turning back to Marcas.
“She needs to be taken to the hospital. The EMTs will take—”
“I’m not leaving her,” Marcas growled, cutting off the FBI agent.
The rest of the SWAT members encircled them.
“It’s all right, Marcas.” She tried to rub his chest through his ballistic vest, but it did nothing to calm the rage that was brimming from Marcas.
His murderous rage was locked on the agent. She assumed they had a bad history together, going by the looks they were shooting each other.
