Page 112 of Pucked Around and Found Out

“Fuck,” Andrade mutters, twisting to look behind us.

But these aren't cop cars.

Black SUVs. Government plates. Three of them boxing us in from behind and the sides.

“Boss—” Ken's voice crackles through the radio from the car behind us.

“I see them,” I cut him off. “Don't stop. Keep moving.”

I press harder on the accelerator, but two SUVs swerve in front of me, forcing me to either hit them or brake.

I brake, my hands white-knuckled on the steering wheel.

“Fuck!” I slam my fist against the dashboard. “Fuck!”

The SUVs surround us—front, back, sides. Professional. Coordinated. A dozen armed agents emerge, tactical gear, weapons drawn and pointed directly at our vehicles.

And stepping out of the lead vehicle, looking like she owns the goddamn world, is none other than the cunt herself, Deputy Director Fiona Williams.

“Don't do anything,” I order through gritted teeth. “Not yet.”

One of the agents approaches my window, tapping on it with the barrel of his weapon.

I don't roll it down.

“Mr. Devlin!” Fiona's voice carries across the distance. “Let's not make this more difficult than it needs to be. Step out of the vehicle. Now.”

“Go fuck yourself!” I shout back.

“I have fifty agents surrounding you,” she calls out. “You have what… eight men? Nine? The math isn't in your favor.”

“Then you better hope your aim is good, cunt,” I snarl. “Because I'm not getting out of this fucking car.”

I need to get to Toren. Need to warn her. Need to⁠—

The window shatters.

The cunt reaches through and unlocks the door, yanking it open. Hands grab me, pulling me out of the vehicle as I fight against them.

“Get your fucking hands off me!” I roar, throwing an elbow that connects with someone's face. I hear the crunch of bone and cartilage, feel the satisfying spray of blood.

“Boss!” Andrade's door flies open and I hear him struggling.

Behind us, Ken, Gauge, and Johnson are being dragged from their vehicle, guns pointed at their heads.

“Stand down!” Fiona orders. “Stand down or I will authorize lethal force!”

“Xaden!” Ken shouts, and I see him trying to reach me, but three agents slam him against the hood of the car.

I'm fighting—I'm fighting with everything I have—but there are too many of them. One agent gets his arm around my throat while two others grab my arms, wrenching them behind my back.

“You're making a mistake,” I snarl at Fiona as she approaches. “A fatal fucking mistake.”

“Am I?” she asks calmly.

“You think you can detain me? Threaten my men?” I bare my teeth at her. “I will burn your entire operation to the ground. I will find everyone you've ever cared about and I will make them suffer before I kill them. You hearing me, bitch?”

She nods to her agents.