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“This is exactly why I didn’t think you needed to be a part of this rescue mission. You are too close to the victim—”
Marcas moved quicker than Sarena could blink. He had his hand wrapped around the agent’s neck. SWAT and FBI moved in, trying to pull Marcas off the FBI agent. She was pushed out of the way during the scuffle.
“Motherfucker.” Marcas’s curse rang through the air.
Declan and others finally dragged him back away from the agent.
“Control yourself, Sergeant, before I have you thrown in jail for assaulting a federal agent,” the man croaked, trying to straighten his clothing.
“Marcas,” she called his name, reaching his side again.
His feral eyes turned to her. He shook his men off and pulled her to him.
“No one will be throwing my men in jail,” a voice boomed.
“Captain,” voices murmured.
She turned with Mac. A tall man in an official policeman uniform stood there.
“Captain Spook. Your man attacked me.” The federal agent straightened to full height.
If the situation wasn’t so serious at the moment, Sarena would have laughed at the federal agent trying to tattle on Marcas.
“I demand an apology.”
“Get the hell away from my men, Special Agent Gamble, and go do your job,” Captain Spook growled.
The agent sputtered but seemed to think twice about whatever he was going to say. The FBI agents turned and walked away.
“You men did one hell of a job,” Captain Spook began, facing them.
Murmurs went around as the men all nodded and shifted in place. She looked up at Marcas and felt safe and secure in his arms.
“Captain Spook—” Marcas was cut off by the raising of the captain’s hand.
“Mac, go get your woman checked out.” Captain Spook nodded to Sarena.
Marcas tightened his grip on her.
“And while you’re at it, you get checked out, too. That’s an order. The rest of you, I expect full reports on my desk first thing in the morning. Declan, you know the routine. Let’s go.”
The captain motioned for Declan to follow him. Declan nodded to her and Marcas before he followed behind the captain.
“Thanks guys,” she said, looking at Marcas’s men.
They acted bashful at her thanks.
“It’s no problem,” Ashton replied. “We know Mac would go through the same for us. I’m just glad you’re safe.”
“Keep an eye on her, Mac.”
“Always,” he replied, bending down and scooping her up.
She cried out, wrapping her arms around his neck. “Marcas MacArthur, put me down. You’re injured,” she sputtered.
He walked toward the closest ambulance. “Just a few bruises,” he muttered then shouted for the EMTs to come check her out.
“I’m fine.” Pain in her shoulder made its presence known, and she grimaced. She guessed when her adrenaline had been pumping it hid her pain. The medics brought down their gurney from the ambulance.
