Page 62 of Bad Little Bride

“Says the dark-haired girl who sleeps down the hall.”

Chapter

Fourteen

Boston

I waketo the piercing sound of the alarm, red lights sweeping over the dark balcony I fell asleep on. I jump up, running into the room and grabbing the heel I shoved under the pillow for an emergency just like this. I dash for the door, flattening myself against the wall behind it, and take steady breaths like my training taught me.

Not thirty seconds later, it flies off its hinges and I have to press my lips firmly together to keep from squealing when the heavy wood cuts my already battered toes.

The barrel of a gun comes into view and as soon as the long fingers wrapped around it do, I strike, digging the sharp point into their forearm and heaving my knee up to get him in the balls, but I no sooner lift my foot off the ground when my wrists are caught. I’m spun in one second, slammed against the wall in the next, my hands pinned above my head.

Enzo’s dark eyes find mine from behind the low-slung bandana and he brings a finger to his lips.

I freeze, nodding.

Enzo looks left, listening intently as footsteps race down the hall, so he doesn’t see what I do in the sky behind him.

A drone swoops in out of nowhere, the machinery somehow completely fucking silent, Enzo whips around, a split second later its laser now bright on his temple.

My hands fly to his holster, drawing his gun swiftly. I lift the cold steel with my left hand and pull the trigger, shoving him out of its path with my right.

The drone goes down with a crash.

Enzo spins, eyes blazing with anger as he looks from it to me.

“Are you crazy?” he growls, pressing into me, but another drone comes, and I lift the gun again.

“Yogurt!” echoes from somewhere, making me hesitate. “Yogurt, fuck!”

The alarm comes to an abrupt stop, the lights flicking on in the hall outside my room. My chest heaves, brows frowning. “Wha…”

Enzo’s breaths are harsh, his eyes black and wild as he tears the bandana from around his nose. He glares, snatching the gun from my grip and lowering it to his side, but he doesn’t move back.

“What just happened?” I pant.

“Mino ran a drill.” His scowl deepens.

“A drill?”

He gives a curt nod. “They’re random. The team, nor I, know when they’re coming.”

Someone charges in the room then, dropping to their knees by the busted drone.

“My love,” the man whines, whipping his head this way, and even though he wears the bandana, his big round eyes tell me he’s legitimately pouting behind it. “You had to take out its brains? Why not a wing?”

I blink. “Oh, I’m sorry. So, next time, you want me to wound the robot trying to kill your king instead? Got it. And by the way, drones don’t have wings. Or a brain.”

The guy is about to argue, but Enzo cuts him off.

“Get the fuck out of this room. Now,” he growls without looking back, eyes hard and on mine.

“What?”

“You do not save me, do you understand? If there is a threat at my back, you bury yourself in my front. I will be your bulletproof vest. I will be your shield. I am the wall between you and danger, do you understand me?”

“I need a real weapon,” I say instead.

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