Page 110 of Bullet

Then my brain registered what she held in her hand. What the fuck was she doing with a gun? My thoughts became clearer. Indulgence, Barras, Blue and Kiss. Somehow, she’d found me, but why would she come alone?

“Take the fucking gun,” one of the other voices demanded.

More gunfire exploded in the room. But not from Stormy. She hadn’t come alone. Blood misted in the air with the head shot. One of Barras’s men crumbled to the ground.

“Who the fuck is with her?” Mars asked, shrinking behind a stack of crates.

“Fuck,” someone roared.

Stormy held a gun. Jesus Christ. She randomly aimed and pulled the trigger. Again and again.

Barras’s men clamored for cover.

Mars stepped forward and leveled his weapon at her.

I forced my body to move.

Barras scrambled out from behind another stack of crates. “Don’t shoot her,” he hollered. “Or I’ll fucking kill you.” He aimed his gun at Mars.

“Who the fuck are you to threaten me?” Mars asked. “Fuck you and fuck your bitch.”

Barras pulled the trigger. Mars clutched his chest, dropped to his knees, and stared at the blood spreading across his chest.

“Are you fucking crazy?” Another man aimed his gun at Barras.

“No, I’m possessive, and she’s mine.” He pulled the trigger. Blood exploded from the other man’s body, splattering Barras’s face.

I groaned, rolled to my hands and knees, and dropped my head between my shoulders. The room spun, and my body shuddered with the effort of moving.

“Stormy, get down.” In my head, I hollered, but my voice barely came out as a raspy whisper.

She spun toward me. “Bullet,” she said on a breathy exhale.

“Get down!” I repeated.

She dropped and crawled across the concrete floor. “Oh my god.”

The delicate touch of her hand on my body was worth taking a few more kicks and punches. Her fingers grazed over the bruises and abrasions. I hated tenderness and clingy touches, but I’d take another beating to keep her touching me.

Another shot blasted through the room. Wood from the crate splintered.

I grabbed the gun from Stormy and shielded her body with mine. With my blurry gaze, I doubted I’d be able to hit a target any better.

She squirmed beneath me.

“Stay still, kitten.” I groaned as pain ripped along my spine. I couldn’t take a breath without fire searing through my lungs.

“Get off me. You’re hurt.”

“Not a fucking chance.”

“Kodiak is here,” she whispered. “He’s my cover.”

“We’ll discuss this later. We need to stop shooting, or we’re going to be buried in cops.”

Beyond the crates, one of the bay doors rolled open. At the same time, a crash sounded from the left.

“Hellers,” one of the guys said.

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