Page 155 of Scars Run Deep

I swung my head toward Ronan, crying out as I saw him take another bullet, this time in the side. He roared, his eyes connecting with mine. I saw his desperation and determination to try to salvage his rescue mission.

But then a flashbang hit and he was inundated.

I went to bolt toward him only to catch the brunt of another.

I staggered forward, then wavered, my ears ringing, painful bright spots obscuring my vision.

Something slammed into my back.

I stumbled but maintained my footing somehow.

But that didn’t matter in the next second when something slammed into my gut, making me choke and double over. I fell back in the process and an arm snagged me, wrapping around my neck, forcing me into a chokehold and ripping my gun from my grip.

It wrenched my head back, putting brutal pressure on my windpipe, making me wheeze for my next breath.

I felt more arms on me as I was dragged away.

I couldn’t even figure out where, I was so disorientated from the blast.

The dragging finally stopped and then I was released roughly.

I landed hard on my hands and knees.

My jaw was grasped in a painful grip, my head forced up.

I blinked and I jolted as I found myself looking into familiar eyes.

Creepy fucking eyes.

Samuel Carmichael smiled maliciously down at me.

“Carson can’t wait to meet you.”

His boot smashed into my face and that was it.

Lights out.

22

~Jonah~

Adrenaline thrummed through me.

It wasn’t just the usual ramping up before battle. It wasn’t just me preparing for the massive takedown that was coming real soon.

It was the fucking messages Asher had just sent, shortly after he’d sent me off to track down Killian.

Asher: No answer from Aurora. Checking in with Bryce.

Asher: Bryce is MIA.

Asher: Can’t access surveillance at Hexwood House. System down.

Asher: Home territory has been compromised. They know. Change of plans, when you find Killian, take him and get out.

The fuck I was gonna follow that order.

I wasn’t leaving him to face the firing squad all on his own.