Impossible, and yet there was no mistaking her.
She was the shooter, evidenced by the long gun hanging off her shoulder.
I raked eyes over her as she stood to my left under a stand of trees.
Lowering my Sig a fraction, the pain of my wound faded as I thought through my next steps.
I inched closer as her stance moved from alert to relaxed, letting her rifle fall to her side.
If I approached her without the element of surprise, I feared she’d plant a bullet straight through my heart.
Scusa, woman. It’s going to be fuckin’ dirty.
I’d consider begging her forgiveness later.
Chapter 4
ALESSIO
Idarted towards her in a burst of energy.
Seconds later, I’d divested her of her weapon, throwing it into a stand of bushes to her left.
I banded one arm across her waist, trapping her against me.
With a gasp, she reacted, thrashing, struggling, kicking hard, and bucking wild.
The back of her boot grazed my balls, my jewels almost sustaining a hit from her flailing.
I hissed, gripping her around the neck. ‘Woman, relax!’
She’d no such plans.
Damn, she was a hellcat, kicking my knees, elbowing me, her swing sending shards of pure agony through me.
‘Cleo, calm the fuck down,’ I growled.
At the sound of her name, she froze.
Chest heaving, pulse jumping beneath my fingers.
I gentled my grip and let go with care, keeping a wary eye on her hands in case she decided to take a swing at me.
It wouldn’t be the first time.
She whirled, and my gun snapped up in a reflexive motion.
A bolt of agony went through me, and I cursed at the throb of the wound in my shoulder.
For a suspended moment, we stared at each other.
I, down the barrels of my Sig, eyes piercing past the thick chasm of tension between us.
‘It’s you,’ she whispered.
I tilted my chin up, letting her see all of me.
Hard eyes, clenched jaw, twisted lips.