Page 85 of Explosive Vengeance

Bracing for the pain, she shoved to her feet and started running toward the Audi. Pain ripped through her hip, radiating down her thigh with each step.

“Chloe,no!”

Heath’s shout sliced through her, the anger and horror in his voice spurring her on. She blocked him and the pain out. She had to kill Dubois. His men weren’t within firing range yet. There was still time to get within range, hit the detonator and then take out the men coming after them.

Her left foot landed on a rock. She hissed in a breath as she slipped. Fire shot through her hip, buckling her leg. She rolled at the last second, taking the hit on her right side and automatically curling to absorb the impact.

The detonator bounced out of her hand and tumbled down the incline.

She shoved up on her hands just as a rifle cracked behind her. Heath firing. And when she looked up at the Audi, she simultaneously realized two things.

It had stopped.

And Guillaume Dubois was staring right back at her through the windshield.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

It can’t be.

But he couldn’t deny what he was seeing with his own eyes.

Gabrielle. She was here. Still alive, lying prone on the ground as she stared back at him some thirty yards or more away, that stupid fucking song still paying over the radio.

Valkyrie.

She’d leaked his activities to Vienne. She’d destroyed his family, killing his brother and turning his wife and children against him. Faked her own death. Now she’d come to kill him.

Rage blasted through him, so hot and powerful it stole his breath. This bitch had ruined him. She’d come to kill him but now he would put her in the morgue for real.

He threw the transmission into drive, cranked the wheel to the right and slammed his foot down on the accelerator. The Audi fishtailed around, spewing gravel behind the rear tires as he raced toward the grassy incline.

Gabrielle rolled to her side and pointed a pistol at him.

Bang! Bang!

He jumped as two rounds hit the windshield in front of his face almost simultaneously. But they didn’t penetrate.

She dragged herself to the side and went for the front tires next. The car didn’t react.

He watched in satisfaction as she jerked her gaze up to meet his through the cracked windshield.It’s bulletproof, bitch. Just like me.

Smiling, Guillaume gripped the wheel tighter, pinned the accelerator to the floor and sped right for her.

“NO, DAMMIT, NO,” Chloe breathed.

She dropped the useless pistol, her eyes darting to the remote lying in the grass down the incline.

It was her only hope. Five yards away, but it seemed like a thousand. And Heath was still firing at the onrushing men.

An anguished cry ripped from her as she dove for it. Pain tore through her left hip and arm like fire. Her vision swam, nausea roiling in her stomach as the sound of the Audi’s engine grew louder, almost screaming in her ears along with the gunfire being exchanged in the background.

She could hear the rapid rounds hitting the windshield in a staccato rhythm. Heath, screaming her name as he fired, trying to save her.

Her groping fingers met plastic.

She grabbed the remote, rolled to her stomach, caught sight of Dubois through the windshield as her thumb moved to the button. He was too close now. She’d be caught in the blast wave.

But this was the only chance she had to survive.

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