Page 90 of Cause of Action

“Come on.” Brent grabbed onto my arm. He started leading me out of the building, and Roman tried to scream.

As soon as we were out of sight from Weathers, I took the man named Brent down, knocked him out, and took his gun. I needed to get the two other guys out of there, so I tossed a small rock at the window.

“Go see what that was,” Weathers told one of the other men.

As soon as the guy emerged, I hit him over the head frombehind, and when he fell to the ground, I took his gun. Searching his pockets, I pulled out his keys and pushed the button to set off his car alarm. When the third guy ran out, I ran up from behind and knocked him out. Grabbing his gun, I emptied it and tossed it next to him.

I went back inside the building, pointing both guns at Agent Weathers.

“I guess your guys aren’t so tough after all. Where did you find those losers?”

“You stupid bitch.” He grabbed his gun from his back and pointed it at me. “You think you’re so tough? Your father thought the same thing, and look where he’s at, buried six feet in the ground. Drop the gun, or your boyfriend gets a bullet to the head.” He pointed the gun at Roman. “You have until the count of three. One. Two?—”

Before he reached three, I aimed at his leg and pulled the trigger. The gun flew out of his hand.

“You bitch!” he screamed.

I ran over and kicked the gun across the floor. He tried to get up, and when he was almost off the ground, I shot him in the other leg.

“Goddamn it!” he shouted.

I ran over to him as he lay on the ground and shoved my gun in his mouth.

“How does it feel? How does it feel to be lying here bleeding and helpless? Don’t worry. I’m not going to kill you. Death would be too easy. You’re going to prison for the rest of your life. But I can’t guarantee how much life you have left because you know what they do to FBI agents in prison, you piece of shit!”

“Morgan, stop!” I heard Simon’s voice from behind. His hands gripped my arms, and he slowly lifted me up. “Let us handle him.”

I turned and saw the swat team gathered around. I ran over to Roman and pulled the tape from his mouth. Grabbing his face, tears streamed from my eyes.

“I am so sorry.”

“You’re safe, and that’s all that matters,” he quietly spoke.

I quickly untied his hands and feet from the chair, hugging him tightly.

“I love you, Roman.”

“You do?” His lips formed a small smile.

“Yes.”

“I love you too, baby.”

The paramedics ran in, and I called them over.

“Over here. He needs medical attention.”

They ran over and put him on the stretcher.

“Are you okay?” Simon walked over and hooked his arm around me.

“Yeah. I’m fine. I recorded everything he said. He admitted to sex trafficking and to killing my father.”

“Good work. Are you sure you don’t want to come work for the LAPD?” He smirked.

“Nah. I already have a job.” I smiled. “I’m going to ride with Roman in the ambulance.”

“Okay. I’ll call my cousin Grayson and tell him you’re coming. He’s an excellent doctor and will take good care of Roman.”

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