Page 108 of When He Hunts

Marcus grunted. “You didn’t kill her! You don’t get paid unless Luna Black is dead!”

“Reason two, your dumbass took out a hit on me. Onme.No one calls in a hitman on the hitman and just gets away with that crap.”

Marcus backed up a step. “What in the hell else was I supposed to do? You knew I had sent Kurt after you. Not like you were gonna let me live?—”

“Reason three, I needed a confession.”

Marcus shook his head. “What?”

“Confession. It’s good for the soul. And you just made yours.” A rather perfect one. “Ready to rot in jail?”

“Shoot him!”Marcus screamed as he seemed to realize that, yep, he’d just confessed his crimes, and this night was not going to end as he’d hoped.

But before the jerk guards could fire at him, Ronan pulled the trigger on his weapon. One bullet hit the goon on the left. A fast shot to the shoulder. The other took out the man on the right. A leg shot that had him falling to the ground and howling in pain.

Marcus didn’t fight. He turned and ran like the coward he was. Ronan wanted to give chase but…

I’m not leaving Luna in the trunk.

He rushed to the back. Had the lid open and Luna—her cuffs were already off. She jumped out with a gun gripped in her slightly shaking hands. “Only shoot bad guys,” he directed as he steadied her on her feet.

Her eyes were huge.

“For the record, I’m not one of them.” Not any longer. “Stay the hell behind me.Let’s go.”Because Marcus wasn’t getting away.

They raced through the boat storage warehouse. He paused just long enough to kick the weapons away from the wounded goons. Then he was going through the maze of boats with Luna right on his heels. Faster and faster. They looped around corners. Ducked under boats.

He caught the movement of a shadow up ahead. He heard shouts from behind him and figured the FBI was taking care of Marcus’s men. They would have swarmed the facility after hearing Marcus’s confession.

Down, down you go.

Marcus wouldn’t escape justice.

He wouldn’t escape?—

A boat engine growled to life. The back door of the warehouse hung open, and Ronan flew through it. Luna was with him every step of the way.

Marcus had jumped into a thirty-foot sports yacht. The fucking idiot had forgotten to untie one of the ropes that bound the boat to the dock. The engine was roaring, the water was foaming, and the wood on the dock began to groan and heave as it fought the pressure from the rope and boat.

Ronan didn’t slow down. He rushed forward and jumped onto the boat. He grabbed for Marcus and spun the bastard around, but when he spun Marcus, the sonofafucker sliced at him with a big-ass fishing knife.

The blade sliced right across Ronan’s left arm, cutting far deeper than it should have.

“You’re gonna chum the waters,” Marcus yelled at him as he slashed again with the giant fishing knife. This time, the slash was across Ronan’s right forearm as he tried to block the attack. The gun dropped from Ronan’s fingers as the knife kept coming at him. Marcus raged, “You sonofabitch, you’re gonna chum?—”

“Ronan!” Luna yelled. He heard her feet slam into the deck as she jumped onto the boat.

He didn’t look back. He did raise his hands to grab that bloody knife. Why were pricks always stabbing at him? Adding new scars to his collection? Ronan grabbed the knife.

He heard wood shattering. The boat bounced. Surged forward.

“Ronan!” Luna’s desperate voice. So close. “Ronan, I have a gun. I can take the shot!”

Unnecessary. Because he twisted that knife and shoved it into Marcus’s throat. Marcus couldn’t even scream.

“How about you chum the waters?” Ronan asked.

Free of the dock, the boat hurtled forward because Marcus had set it at full speed. The sudden burst of speed had Marcus tumbling into Ronan. They collided hard. Ronan shoved the bastard away, but Marcus hit the side of the boat. He was clawing at the knife, eyes horrified as blood poured from the wound. In the next breath, Marcus toppled over the side of the boat.

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