Page 171 of Desperate Actions

Santos is shaking now, his fury a living, breathing thing.

“Now he’s going to pay.”

My heart thuds.

I see Andrea, her face frozen in horror.

I hear the hesitation in his men’s voices. They’re in it for the money. They don’t want to kill us. They just want a pay day.

“Shut the fuck up! You will get your money whenIsay!” he roars.

“Santos, Sammy didn’t kill your friends. He is one of you,” I try.

“NO!”

The sound rips from his throat, raw and broken.

His gun trembles.

And then—Bang!

One of his own men crumples.

A second of stunned silence.

Santos turns back to me.

Sweat is forming on my brow, but I can’t wipe it because my hands are tied.

The taste of fear is bitter in the back of my throat as Santos faces me.

A slow, terrifying smile splits his face.

“Now.”

He presses the gun back to my forehead.

“Let’s see how much your husband bleeds when he loses you.”

And in that moment, I know the meaning of real fear. Because I might not survive this.

My heart constricts. Sammy is going to tear this world apart when news reaches him.

Santos won’t survive this.

Hell, no one will.

Because when my husband avenges me, there will be nothing left but blood and fire.

Chapter 39-Sammy

Angel Fury sits shotgun, his massive hands clenched into fists against his thighs, his jaw locked tight as steel. He’s pissed, and for once, it’s not at me.

Good.

Because I don’t have time to deal with him.

Not now.

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