Page 49 of Dirty Ballistics


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She met his gaze and put her trust fully into him. She knew he’d never let anything happen to her.

“Just stare into my eyes.”

She jerked her head in a nod. Tears threatened to erupt, but she bit her lip and held them back. Now wasn’t the time to burst out crying. She had to hold her shit together and survive. He guided her out of the car and pressed her against him.

“Declan,” she whispered. She wanted to tell him exactly how she felt. If she were to die tonight, she didn’t want to do it without telling him how she felt.

He must have seen the look on her face because he shook his head.

“Not now. Tell me later.”

“Dec,” a commanding voice said, the owner stalking toward them with other men decked out in dark fatigues.

Marcas.

Declan brought her close to him. She eyed the men carrying their rifles and guns. They were a fierce group, and she pitied whoever would try to go against them.

“Where the fuck were you?” Declan demanded.

Aspen gasped, his hand tightening on her hip.

“We got lost with the few turns, and Iker was able to catch up to us,” Mac responded.

His presence immediately commanded respect, and Aspen could see why he was in charge.

“We need to move.”

Aspen glanced around at the men of Declan’s team and finally got her answer.

Yes, all the men of Columbia’s SWAT team were tall, built, and handsome, but there was only one member of the team who made her heart race.

Declan pulled his gun from his holster and turned to her.

“You don’t leave my side. Whatever I say, you do. Got it?” He gripped her cheek in his hand.

Their eyes connected, and she jerked her head in a nod.

“Grab on to the hook of my pants and don’t let go.”

The sound of a bullet whizzing by and slamming into the truck behind had her jumping. Declan and his men instantly went on alert. They surrounded her and aimed their weapons at the air, returning fire. Aspen couldn’t tell where the bullet had come from, but she moved closer to Declan and grabbed on to his pants as he’d instructed.

“SWAT, let’s roll.” Mac’s voice was cold and deadly.

They moved past the truck, and she tried to keep from looking inside it. She was saddened by the fact that Ball was dead. She didn’t have an ounce of pity for Williams. He had planned to turn her over to Ray.

As far as she was concerned, he’d got what he deserved.

“We need to take cover,”Mac directed. “Ash and Zain pulled back. We are to meet them over on Pine Street, a block over.”

The team was like a well-oiled machine in their movements.

One block.

His team was the best. They’d make it.

Only this time, they had an extra person with them.

Aspen.

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