Page 47 of Reignite

My back slammed into the desk and I got the wind knocked out of me. But I wasn’t dead and neither was Gray. The gun hadn’t even gone off.

I lifted my head and saw Foster slumped back into his chair, blood running from his nose.

“What happened?” I blinked a few times and realized Gray had roundhouse kicked Foster over my head, knocking him back, then tackled me.

“Good girl, getting down low like that. Now, we’ve got to get you out of here. Come on.” Gray half dragged me crawling across the floor toward the office door. Foster groaned behind me and I double-timed my movements.

The hallway from the office to the club was dark, but I followed closely behind Gray.

“Damn. He must have cut power to everywhere but the office. The whole place is dark.”

I couldn’t see a thing. We didn’t exactly have a whole lot of windows. Nobody wanted peeping Toms at a BDSM club.

“Which way?” I whispered to Gray.

“Straight ahead and keep your head down. Go slowly and quietly so if you run into anything you’re not hurt and you don't make a sound.”

“Mistress?” A loud stage-whisper resounded through the club.

“Ilario?”

“Follow my voice. I have a car outside to get away.”

I scrambled toward Ilario’s voice with Gray right behind me.

“Baker. It’s too late now. I will find you. Wherever you go, wherever you hide. Let’s end this now instead, shall we?”

“Gray, don’t you dare.”

Shit. Shit. Shit. He wasn’t behind me anymore.

I heard a scuffle just off to the right and then someone falling and the clatter of metal screeching across the floor.

“Go, Angel, go, go, go.” Suddenly I was being picked up and dragged into and past furniture until we slammed through the front door and into the light. I stumbled out into the parking lot looking everywhere for Ilario.

A car with red rental plates screeched across the asphalt toward me. I had only and instant to dodge or be turned into road kill.

I turned and ran back for the front door. There was no other cover close by. At least I could get away from whoever Foster had trying to run me down long enough to regroup.

“Angel, no.” Gray ran out the front door, blood dripping from his lip, and bolted toward me. He grabbed me and we jumped into the entryway, slamming the door behind us.

We tumbled to the floor again but Gray broke my fall with his own body. “You okay?”

“No.” I was very far from okay. “You?”

“Baker.” Foster’s voice rang out across the dark, empty main room of the club.

Chingada Madre.

“We’ve got to get you out of here.”

I grabbed at his arm. “You’re coming with.”

“When I open that door again don’t run into the lot. You run toward the side of the building. I’ll run toward the car to distract him.”

“No way.” It wasn’t only my head that was shaking now.

“Baker.” Foster’s voice was slowly moving closer.

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