Page 138 of Mile High Daddy

For a second, everything is still.

Then—chaos.

Gunfire erupts from every direction.

Torres and I move fast, ducking low as bullets tear through the air. I fire twice, dropping two men before they can react. Torres presses against the SUV, firing at the ones near the warehouse entrance.

I take off toward the main building, cutting through the cross fire. A man lunges at me from the side, blade glinting under the lights. I sidestep, grip his wrist, twist—his own knife buries itself into his stomach. I shove him off before he can drag me down with him.

The moment I step inside the warehouse, I know I’m outnumbered.

The place is crawling with men—Ryan’s, Evans’s—but I don’t stop moving.

I tear through them.

A blade swings toward me. I catch the attacker’s wrist, twisting hard enough to snap bone before shoving my knife into his gut. I don’t pause as he slumps forward, gasping for breath.

Gunfire erupts from the other side of the room. I dodge, roll behind a stack of crates, and fire two shots. Both hit their marks.

I need to find Lila.

A man rushes me with a crowbar. Stupid. I sidestep his swing and slam my elbow into his throat, cutting off his breath before shooting him point-blank.

I turn, moving toward the back of the warehouse?—

Then something sharp hisses past my ear, embedding into the wooden beam beside me.

I pivot, gun raised?—

Alex.

He stands a few feet away, gun trained on me, his expression unreadable.

Fury spikes through me. “You,” I growl.

His mouth presses into a thin line. “You don’t know what you’re doing.”

I pull the trigger.

He ducks, firing in return?—

A sharp whistle cuts through the air, something thudding just past my shoulder and hitting one of the men who goes down in a heap.

He missed. Barely.

I lunge forward, but his sleeves ride up as he moves, exposing the tattoo on his wrist.

A sun.

The same sun Alexei had.

My blood runs cold. “You,” I breathe, staring at him.

His eyes meet mine, something dark and knowing flickering there.

Realization slams into me like a freight train.

“You are Alexei.”

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