Page 121 of Sinful Secrets

Son of a bitch.

Savannah pulls on my arm. “We need to find Rhett and Francesca. She shouldn’t see this.”

We stick to the shadows and retreat, heading back through the shipping containers. I pull out my phone and send Rhett a message.

Retreat. Meet us at our previous meeting point.

He doesn’t respond.

“Come on, let’s go.” I say as several gunshots sound in the distance.

Headlights turn down the road as several armored trucks head our way.

I pull Savannah’s hand. “Run!”

We weave in and out of the shipping containers. The gravel crunches under our feet. I thought we were ready, but from the sounds of things, the Rossis came prepared.

Gunshots echo through the air. The last thing Joey, Rhett, and I need is to be caught in a gunfight, especially with the season well underway, but I’m not leaving Arturo and his men behind.

I lead Savannah to the pallets where Rhett and I were hiding earlier. “I need to help the others. I need you to stay here. Remember what I told you- point and pull the trigger.”

“Spencer, don’t leave me, please.” Tears form in her eyes and pull at my heart.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuckity fuck.

I can’t leave her here unprotected. There’s no telling how many men were in those armored trucks or what equipment they brought.

“Fine, but stick close, hold on to my belt loop, and listen to everything I say. No questions. No protests. If I tell you to run back to the car, then you run back to the car. Do you understand?”

I see the hesitation in her eyes.

“I mean it, Savannah. I can’t do my job and worry about you.”

“Fine. I will do everything you say, even if I hate it.” Lust flashes in her eyes before disappearing.

Is she seriously thinking about that right now?

I growl out. “You always love when I tell you what to do, just as much as I love it when you tell me exactly what you need.”

She swallows loudly as the gunshots get closer.

Focus, damn it.

I regain my composure and say, “Let’s go.”

We make our way to the shipping container in front of us. I stop to listen for any sounds. All gunshots cease. It’s quiet. Too quiet.

Where is everyone?

I motion for Savannah to follow me. We jog across the paved road before sliding between two close set shipping containers.

The metal feels cool on my skin. I glance at Savannah, who’s trying hard to not breathe too loudly.

Without speaking, I ask if she’s okay. She gives me a small nod. I gesture for her to stay here. She gives me another nod.

I need to find Rhett.

I slowly make my way to the other end of the containers.

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