Page 103 of Samson

“It does that on its own. I haven’t gotten around to changing it.”

“Thanks.”

She took the key as the door burst in.

“Federal agents. Put your hands up,” they shouted.

Delilah moved to run, but Marc was too fast. He grabbed her shirt and dragged her back, holding her securely in front of him with a gun to her head.

“I’ll kill her!” he shouted. “Back off.”

“You don’t want to do this,” one of the men said as they halted their progression. “We have the place surrounded. There’s no way out.”

“There’s always a way,” Marc said. “ I could always see you all in hell.”

“Please,” Delilah whimpered.

Marc tightened his arm around her neck. “Was this you?” Spit flew from his clenched teeth. “You set me up?”

“You deserved it.”

He yanked her back, and she lost her footing, causing his arm to tighten further and cut off her airway. The room darkened at the edges of her vision.

“I can’t breathe,” she choked out.

“If you kill her,” someone said. “You won’t get out of this as easy as you think.” It was a familiar voice. Trevors. “Cooperate with us, and we can see about looking after you. You don’t have to go to prison for life. Or worse.”

“You won’t get anything from me,” Marc said.

“Yes, we will, because you’ll have no choice. It’s over, Marc. Demir has been captured. The embassy has been stormed. It’s finished.”

“You’re lying.”

“Either you come with us peacefully and give us ammunition against Demir, or he’ll put all the blame on you. He already is.”

“He wouldn’t do that.”

Marc’s movements became jerky, and his arms shifted so Delilah could breathe again.

His focus was completely on Trevors now, unaware that his grip on her wasn’t as secure as it had been.

“He’s already told us it was all your idea,” Trevors continued.

“You’re lying!”

Delilah jerked her elbow backward into Marc’s ribs, then let her weight drag her to the floor.

Shots were fired, and she covered her head as she scrambled away, not daring to look behind her.

She watched as several agents rushed past her. Trevors wasn’t far behind, but he went straight for Delilah, helping her to her feet.

“You were bluffing, weren’t you,” she said, keeping her eyes on the floor.

“When?”

“About having Demir in custody.”

“Yeah. You did good, by the way. Getting yourself free.”

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