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We silently walk to our parked car, reveling in our win. It’s not every day that everything goes right and the good guys win.
And, well, it was easy. I won’t lie. Much easier than I thought. But there’s also no possible way I could have done it myself.
Ronan opens the door for me, and I climb in, fanning myself. A moment later, he climbs in as well, starting the car. He looks at me, beaming, and I feel like I’m on top of the world.
“You did that,” he reminds me, and I can’t help but grin. We both did it.
Despite what those men back there said at the end, they were looking for any reason to not give it to me. One misstep, and they would have said I was unfit.
We pull out onto the road and head for the airport, ready to be home.
It’s an incredibly welcoming thought.
I lean back in my seat, closing my eyes and thinking about everything that’s going to come next. How satisfying it’s going to be. They get lawyers to write up the deal, we read it and sign it, and I’m officially the head of a billion-dollar criminal enterprise. I take the information I have available to me and distribute it to journalists around the world.
And a woman is doing it to them.
Ronan looks over at me, sending me a dazzling smile that warms my insides. I reach for his hand and—
The crunch of metal is all I hear as my seatbelt works overtime to keep me situated as the car rolls over and over across the road. Shattered glass fragments fly into my hair, cutting my scalp and face, and when I reach up to protect my eyes, a large shard gets jammed into the back of my hand.
I scream, but I don’t hear anything but metal on metal.
My heart races, and the second I can, I brave a look at Ronan, watching as his head lolls to the side as if he has no control over it.
Screaming his name, I claw at my seatbelt, desperate to get out. I don’t look at who’s around us. At what happened. All I care about is if he’s breathing.
Which was the wrong move.
A man in all black runs up, weapon at the ready, his gun trained on Ronan in his seat. He falls forward, and I use the opportunity to grab his gun from his back pocket. Without thinking, I remove the safety, aim it, and fire it at the man’s neck, the one place untouched by armor.
I think I’m going to be sick.
Watching the blood spray behind him as he falls over is horrifying, and all I want to do is throw the gun away from me. But I need to make sure we’re safe, and it’s the only way.
Fists aren’t winning me this fight.
I get out of the car, running over to the driver’s side, yanking open the mangled door and pulling him out onto the ground. My eyes are hot with tears, my mouth is filled with blood flowing from my head. Next to me, the man twitches.
I jump, not even thinking when I shoot him three more times for good measure.
Bullets rain down on us, and then as another truck arrives, two men leaping out, guns raised. I drag Ronan behind the back of the car, the only part that isn’t completely destroyed, and slap his face.
“Please get up. Please wake up, Ronan I swear to god if you fucking die on me and leave me here with a gun, I’m going to be so pissed at you.” I peek over the car, aiming the gun as I close one eye, trying to keep on target. Squeezing the trigger, I hit the man square in the chest, but he keeps walking, bullets firing from his riffle.
“I will fucking haunt you, Ronan. I swear to god if you die, I die and I will make sure you knownopeace in the afterlife. Your ghost ass is getting haunted.”
The men are closer now, and I think I can aim a little better. Peeking up over the car once more, I squeeze the trigger, hoping for the best.
It hits one man square in the throat the other in the head and they fall. I’m not positive the second man is dead. Probably just knocked out. But I have hope that he is.
I smack Ronan hard across the face, shaking him. We only have a couple minutes before we’re both dead, and I can feel him breathing.
“Ronan, I love you please don’t do this to me,” I whimper, clutching his chest.
His eyes slowly open, a smile on his lips. “You love me, Sydney Miller?”
I roll my eyes. “Ronan, we’re about to be murdered get the hell up. I’ve been trying wake you for two minutes.”
