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He hadn’t thought twice about covering Aspen’s body with his when the bullets began raining down on them. He was proud of how strong she had been. Anyone else would have lost their shit, being in a car being riddled with bullets.
Not Aspen.
She’d held on strong.
When he’d pulled her from the truck, the look in her eyes was enough to almost bring him to his knees. He’d known what she was about to say at that moment, but it wasn’t the right time.
Declan would ensure they had time to sit down and talk about this thing between them.
He wanted more.
He wanted her.
She was the one for him.
They may have sped from zero to a hundred, but he didn’t care. Their entire relationship had been unconventional.
After this mess, they’d have forever to get to know each other and plan a future.
Declan held back his curse and knew he had to focus on her security. That would be the only way they’d be able to have a future.
Once the gunfire ceased, he’d never been so glad to see his brothers in blue. Brodie, Myles, Mac, and Iker had been a sight for sore eyes. When they got out of this mess, he’d owe them all cold beers.
But right now, he had to get his woman to safety.
Aspen’s tight grip on his pants comforted him and allowed him to keep both hands free.
He fell behind Mac as they ran toward the closest building. Myles and Brodie flanked Aspen’s side while Iker pulled up the rear.
The dilapidated building was abandoned. The street Williams had brought them down was the perfect place for an ambush.
“Where are they coming from?” Brodie snapped.
The sound of random bullets hitting the pavement littered the air behind them as they made it to the building. They pressed close to it.
Declan put his body in front of Aspen’s, looked around sharply, but under the cover of night, it made it almost impossible. He didn’t like this one bit. Dread rested in the pit of his stomach, and he always trusted his gut.
Something was off.
Myles and Iker hid behind two wide columns and knelt on the ground. Both of them had flipped their visors down over their eyes, giving them sight into the pitch-dark night. Their weapons were trained toward the building across the street.
“Rooftop. Tango thirteen hundred,” Myles murmured, his rifle steady. He was the team’s lead sniper. Once Myles locked on a target, it was good as dead.
“Got it,” Iker responded.
“We need to keep moving,” Declan snapped.
Gunfire echoed again, but this time a single shot silenced the enemy fire.
“Got him,” Myles announced. “There were a few more up there with the him.”
“You guys go. We’ll cover and fall behind,” Iker threw over his shoulder.
“Stay close.” Declan turned to Aspen.
She jerked her head in a nod. Her grip on his pants had yet to falter. Her face was lined with fear, but she didn’t complain.
Mac moved along, his weapon trained high. Declan followed behind with Brodie waiting for them to pass, and he now brought up the rear. He gripped his Glock tight, keeping it raised and his finger on the trigger.
