Page 54 of Savage Protector

A normal person probably would have frozen at this point. Not him. He’d had ten years of training and experience with situations just like this. These were the do or die moments in every dangerous situation. He had no plans to be captured and he had no plans to die.

At the same time he turned his body to see his would be attacker, he lifted his pistol in line with his hip and fired. Blood spattered across his face and arms as the bullet landed dead center in the guard’s chest two feet in front of him.

For a second he stood there, his eyes staring down at him wide with shock, before his body crumpled and he fell to his knees. The gun locked in his hand also dropped to the ground and Houston lunged to grab it just in case.

Only he couldn’t move. Something heavy sat on his chest and pinned him to the ground. He also couldn’t take a breath. As his lungs labored for air, he tried to swat at whatever had him trapped. His arms flailed to his side as if they couldn’t figure out how to operate.

Worse yet, his vision had begun to darken with black spots dancing in front of them.

Shit.

This was bad.

“Axel.” His voice croaked on his name. “Is Izzy safe?”

“Jesus, man. What do you think? I got everyone out but her? Don’t be a dick and get your ass back to the compound.”

A modicum of relief eased the agonizing pressure in his chest by a fraction. “Can’t.”

“Why the fuck—”

“I’ve been hit. Took a bullet to the che—” His head lolled to the side, his eyes sliding shut as the blackness engulfed him.

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