Page 79 of Three of a Kind

Yeah, if I was going to hallucinate, a rescue would have been preferable to this.

An explosion rocks through the warehouse, waking me up.

Fuck.

I passed out again.

That’s not a great sign.

One of the dogs walks over behind the door and crouches, tilting its head. The one on my right side stands and nuzzles its head against my thigh.

“I’d pet you, but I’m otherwise detained,” I mutter, wincing when my brain throbs.

The door slams open, and I barely catch sight of the gun aimed at my head before the dog hiding behind the door growls, pouncing with no warning.

The guy smashes into the concrete floor as the beast viciously attacks. Blood splatters against the wall, and my head tilts.

That’s an efficient beast.

The man’s screams don’t help my head, and I twist to the side in case I puke.

The other dog backs up, growling as Dustin stomps through the door. He does a double take when he spots his man, fighting back against the first dog.

That doesn’t detain him for long, and he moves toward me. Once he’s close enough, he jams the barrel of his gun against my forehead.

My legs automatically twitch, and I realize they never bound my ankles to the chair.

“What the fuck is this?” he snarls.

His face twists into a grimace as he spots the second dog. He moves to aim at it, and I lift my legs, kicking with all my might.

He shoots, but I have no idea if he hits the dog.

He better fucking not have.

There will be no hell he could experience like the level of torment I will inflict on him if he hurts either of them.

Someone new, in full tactical gear, jogs into the room.

“Release,” he growls at the dog that went after the first man.

The dog immediately backs off the guy on the ground, and the newcomer puts a bullet in that guy’s brain.

Gunshots ring out, echoing around the warehouse.

Dustin spins around, but the new guy aims at his chest.

Fuck, if he does shoot, I hope the bullet doesn’t go through Dustin and hit me.

He moves to aim at Dustin’s forehead, but the gun clicks.

“Aww, fuck,” he grunts, tackling Dustin as he takes a swing at his face.

They struggle over Dustin’s gun, and it goes off.

The bullet embeds in the ceiling, and insulation falls in a dusty cloud.

The man on top gets the gun, but Dustin takes a swing, and it goes flying.

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