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Rami stole a glance around the corner, and Ivy’s wild eyes landed on his. Tim stood between her and Gigi on the stairs, a meaty fucking hand tangled in each woman’s hair.

Rami held Ivy’s gaze for a beat, sending her a silent promise.

Fernando turned his attention to Todd, who lay on the floor against the wall. “You lied. Stupid Gringo.” He stepped closer and Todd cowered. Fernando lifted the butt of the gun and whacked Todd in the side of the face. Todd’s head snapped to the side and a moan tore from his pathetic lips.

Rami’s brain worked at breakneck speed. He needed to take out Tim first, then Fernando. By the time Rami had put a bullet in Fernando, Connor would likely be shooting at him. If Rami was lucky, he’d take Connor out first, but those odds weren’t great.

Fernando hit Todd again, earning another pained cry. The leader stood above Gigi’s ex-fiancé, chest heaving and sweat dotting his brow. “Piece of shit,” he muttered.

Rami sent one more look to Ivy, who trembled on the stairs. Her skin was stark white and her eyes large in her pretty face. She looked so damn small. Seeing her state of fear spiked Rami’s rage, and it became as potent as acid on his tongue.

“Now, let’s talk money, hmm?” Fernando said to Todd. “You took three million dollars from me. Even if I sell each one of these beauties ten times a day, it’ll take me a long fucking time to make that back.” He spit on the floor near Todd’s feet. “But, money is money. Tim, put them in the car.”

“Don’t fucking touch them!” Rami bellowed as he spun around the corner of the wall.

Fernando laughed. “Shoot him!” he commanded his men.

“No!” Ivy cried. She kicked the gun from Connor’s hand. The metal careened through the air and landed on the marble floor.

All hell broke loose.

Rami aimed at Tim and fired. The bullet made a black hole in the center of Tim’s forehead, and the man sank to the ground. Gigi screamed and Ivy threw herself into her sister. They both took cover near the railing.

Fernando yanked a gun from the holster at his hip, but Rami was quicker. His finger jumped on the trigger, getting two shots off. One bullet sliced the side of Fernando’s neck. The other hit him in the chest. He sank to the ground, blood gurgling from his lips.

“Rami, look out!” Ivy shouted.

Rami’s muscles spasmed as he watched Connor aim and move his finger on the trigger. He swung his gun toward him but was a millisecond too late.

Crack, crack!

Rami dove. His side connected with the unrelenting marble as bullets blasted through the air... but no stinging of flesh followed. Rami aimed at his target again—but Connor was already on the floor, blood pooling around him. Like red ink spilled on pristine white paper.

“August!” Gigi’s shriek brought Rami’s gaze to the open front door.

“Took ya long enough.” Rami let his arm drop as relief pulsed through his body.

Toth and August stood on the threshold of the house. A smirk adorned August’s stupid face. “Saved your ass again.”

Rami surged to his feet as Ivy bounded down the steps. She threw herself into his arms and he lifted her off the ground, crushing her slim frame to his. He rained kisses down on her hair and face—anywhere he could reach. She shuddered in his arms, her murmurs of disbelief bringing tears to his eyes. “You’re safe, baby.”

CHAPTER 27

Rami’s scent invaded her nostrils, rushing into her like cool air from an open window on a hot day.

She burrowed herself into his chest, reveling in every ridged muscle that encased her. He murmured against her ear, but the words didn’t penetrate the waves of relief crashing through her. Only the gentle, steady timbre of his voice reached her, immediately calming her nervous system.

“I’m so glad you’re okay.” His hand cupped the back of her head.

She nuzzled her nose against the breadth of his neck. “You could’ve been killed.” At that devastating thought, she squeezed her arms tight around his ribs.

He grunted and she pulled back. Shock stilled her body. “Are you hurt?”

“Just my shoulder.” He brought his hand up to massage his pec. No blood coated the front of his shirt.

Holding his arm, she turned him around to see his back. Sure enough, a bullet hole beneath his shoulder oozed crimson.

“Oh my god,” she hissed. “You were shot!”

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