Page 57 of Donovan Blake: Adrenalin

“Shut the fuck and do what I say or I’ll put a bullet through your thigh. But I’m not a great shot and it might end up between your legs.”

“Okay, okay.”

“Slowly,” Donovan warned.

Reaching into his jacket the thug retrieved the pistol, then laid it on the floor and shoved it forward.

“Phoebe, pick up the gun and bring it to me, then see if you can find something to tie his hands and feet.”

Rising to her feet, she walked quickly toward the weapon and bent down to pick it up. Suddenly the brute hurled himself towards her, catching the hem of her twinkling dress sending her tumbling to the floor.

“PHOEBE DO IT!” Donovan shouted. “PRESS IT! PRESS IT!”

* * *

As she urgently closed her fist as hard as she could, an electric current suddenly crackled through the man’s arm evoking a wild cry.

“That’s enough, stop,” Donovan yelled.

As she jerked her hand away the gangster fell limp on the floor, whimpering and moaning and holding his arm.

“Great job, Phoebe,” Donovan declared, hurrying across to her. “Are you okay?”

“A bit shaky, but yeah.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, honestly, I’m fine, but talk about an adrenalin rush.”

“You are something else. You handled that like a pro.”

“FBI! Open up!” a male voice demanded, followed by a loud banging on the door.

“Sam’s crew is here. You need to catch your breath. Go back and sit with Candy for a minute.”

“Okay.”

“And, Phoebe, you’re a star.”

As she walked back to the couch, he picked up the gun, then quickly crouched next to the anguished man and searched for his phone. Though the pounding on the door continued, he didn’t respond until he’d found it.

* * *

“That was unbelievable,” Candy whispered. “How did you do that?”

“The dress was made to give someone a shock if they grabbed me. I just had to push a hidden button. It’s brilliant.”

“Literally,” Candy remarked with a grin. “But why didn’t it shock you?”

“I have no idea. It has something to do with the lining and the slip I have on underneath it.”

“Well that guy you’re with was right. You’re a star. I would never have the courage to do something like that. In fact, I’m not sure I know anyone who would.”

* * *

Hearing the conversation as he unlocked the door, Donovan agreed with Candy’s assessment. Adrenalin junkie or not, Phoebe was as brave and smart as any man he’d ever worked with.

“Hello, I’m Donovan Blake,” he declared as he opened it.

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