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Declan pulled back, and his fierce gaze comforted her. He turned and gripped her arm. Myles disappeared through the open door first with Iker and Brodie in tow.
“You two first, then I’ll follow,” Mac instructed.
Declan nodded and led her toward the door. The streetlights allowed her to see the two identical trucks idling in the middle of the street.
Her heart seemed to lodge itself in her throat as they stepped outside. She took in the sight of Declan’s men posted in the street with their guns raised. An eerie feeling passed through her, chilling her to the bone.
She locked her gaze on her target.
The trucks.
“Let’s go. Don’t let go of my hand, and keep your head down,” Declan growled.
Declan tightenedhis grip on Aspen and tugged her away from the building. He cursed, wishing the trucks could have gotten closer. The area behind the dilapidated building gave off the look of a post-apocalyptic area. Trash and debris lined the road with abandoned cars and dumpsters. The buildings across the street were in the same horrible condition, practically crumbling before his eyes.
This would be the longest dash ever. He wouldn’t have worried if it was just him.
His gut was screaming for them to run to the car, but his training kicked in, and he assessed the area they were about to walk into.
Bad guys could be posted anywhere.
His team was spread out, covering them. His Glock in his hand brought him some comfort, but he’d have to admit he wouldn’t be settled until he could get Aspen to safety.
The events in the truck with the federal agent turning on them had him in a rage. Had he not pushed to accompany Aspen, there would be no telling what would have happened to her.
Something whipped through the air and slammed into the building behind them, grabbing Declan’s attention.
“Shooter!” Iker’s voice sliced through the tense air.
Another bullet slammed into the hood of Ash’s truck.
“Get her in the truck now!” Mac hollered, firing his gun in the direction the shot had come from.
Aspen’s scream pierced his ears as they backed up against the building again.
Then came the sounds of motorcycles flying down the street toward them.
What the fuck?
“Let’s go!” Declan grabbed her hand, practically dragging her behind him toward the second truck.
Zain’s fierce gaze met his as they grew closer.
Bullets began raining down on them.
The motherfuckers were on the rooftop across the street.
His team returned fire, providing cover.
Three men on the bikes wore dark clothing, helmets, and drove their dirt bikes closer.
Brodie turned, firing at the bikes. His bullet tunneled into the first rider, throwing him off his machine.
Declan gripped Aspen’s hand in his while raising his gun. He fired, hitting the second rider whose bike flipped over.
Aspen screamed, and her hand slipped from his. As if in a nightmare, Declan watched her body jerk before she fell to the ground.
“Aspen!” he hollered, not recognizing the sound of his yell. He glanced up.
