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Shit. That would give them more shooters, not just Spinelli and his accomplice.
“We stick together,” Lucas whispered. He signaled for me to take lead going around to the right.
After rounding the corner, I signaled a halt at the first window into a dining room, long table and all, but no Serena.
Then I heard her, and we halted short of the next room.
“I told you, I didn’t get anything from her.” It was Serena’s angry voice. That was my girl, unlimited spunk regardless of the situation.
Holding the tiny tac cam up to the corner of the window, I let out a breath when I saw her on my phone.
She was taped to a chair but otherwise okay.
“This take too long,” Yaroslavsky complained from the far corner. “Come.”
Three men followed him out of the room. That left Pons and one armed guard.
The Pons scumbag pulled a syringe and a vial from a bag. “This will help your memory.”
I hand signaled the count and direction they’d gone.
Lucas and Terry ducked and moved under the window of the next room then one room farther.
I signaledbreach on threewhen they were positioned, and Lucas nodded to confirm.
No way was I letting that asswipe inject my woman with anything. Putting the camera away, I backed up for a running start, counted off three, and jumped up and into the window, shielding my face and rolling when I hit the floor inside.
Terry’s flashbang sounded through the walls.
Serena screamed.
“Hold on,” I yelled. For a moment, all I could see was her taped to a chair and helpless. “I’m here for you, baby.” With a quick pivot, I took down the guard with two shots to the shoulder. Time at the range paid off.
Pons turned on me, wielding the syringe like a sword.
I leaped and backed up a step, kicking the groaning guard’s gun into the corner. “I’ll cut you loose in a second.”
When Pons lunged, I knocked his arm away, landed a quick punch to the head, and brought him down with a roundhouse kick. The syringe went flying.
Shots sounded in the distance.
“Duke, look out.”
Serena’s warning was too late. Shots rang out, and I took two quick rounds in the back from a shooter I hadn’t seen.
“Duke,” Serena screamed.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.I’d broken rule number one of clearing a room and focused solely on Serena. The world moved in slow motion as I hit the ground, rolling.
Spinelli’s ugly face grinned at me as he looked over his Beretta and fired twice more.
The hits felt like bowling balls thrown at my chest.
“Duke.” Serena’s cry tore at me.
Spinelli laughed maniacally and swung his gun toward her.
The pain was excruciating when I tried to pull in a breath, but my woman’s safety made it irrelevant. I am Cobra.I lifted my SIG.
