“I wasn’t swooning.” Brooklyn shrugged.
Stubborn.
“Yes. You were.” He smacked a kiss on her lips. Then patted her bottom. “Come on, let’s get this over with so we can go start our life together.”
She tugged on her bottom lip with her teeth. “Logan—”
“We will talk after. Go. I’ll keep you safe,” he said, cupping her face. Then he opened the door and they stepped out.
The next step in their operation was underway.
Three minutes, he told Ben.
Roger that.
BROOKLYN TIPTOED OUT. Nerves flooded her as the protective bubble he’d been surrounding her with disappeared.
“Walk normally,” Logan whispered.
She nodded without turning, knowing he was remaining back a few steps.
Tugging her bag over her head, so it crossed her body, she turned the corner and strode across the large lit lobby as she had many times before after working late.
Brooklyn headed toward the exit and noticed there were now different guards.
Thank god.
Brooklyn felt their gaze on her but kept going.
Her phone rang. She held it to her ear. “Hello?”
“When you open the door, stand to the side so we don’t bowl you over,” Kurt said.
“Sure thing. See you soon,” she replied, then hung up.
Holy fuck.
She reached the door and pushed the red button unlocking the door.
The guard smiled at her as she opened the door. “Night—”
A rush of wind knocked her off her feet and chaos erupted around her.
Before her ass hit the floor she was grabbed and moved through space with a speed that had her stomach lurching.
“Stay down.” Logan pressed down on her back.
Gunfire sounded out around her, and she wrapped her arms around her head. Next she heard cries and a bunch of grunts as bodies slammed into marble.
Ouch.
Then there was silence.
Slowly Brooklyn peaked around the reception desk that Logan had plonked her behind and holy hell.
It was a sight she would never forget.
Logan, Brayden, Craig, Marcus, Kurt, and Ben stood in the middle of the lobby, head to toe in black Moretti fatigues looking like the deadliest warriors she had ever seen.