Page 232 of Inferno

Then silence.

I peer out.

He’s on his knees, gasping. Charlotte’s blade slides clean across his throat, her eyes sharp and unflinching.

A grin curves my lips as I step forward and shoot him clean in the skull.

“Two down,” she breathes, wiping blood on her thigh.

She grabs my hand, pulling me down the aisle toward the next two.

“One each?” she offers. That deadly glint in her eyes reigniting something primal in me.

I glance at her blood-slick fingers.

“You got it.” I wink. “These are your kills.”

“Two more incoming, Declan,” Enzo warns.

“We got two more, baby.”

She rolls her eyes, but the smile is there.

“Let’s get this done and go get our girl.”

I grab her face and kiss her hard. If this is the last time, she needs to know what she means to me.

“I’m fucking proud of you,” I say. “Now let’s finish this.”

She smiles, then her eyes go wide.

“Down!” she shouts, shoving me backward.

A bullet whistles past. She spins, fires, and nails the asshole in the chest.

Two more rush us. I fire fast, catching one in the shoulder, then drop to a knee and shoot the second in the thigh. He screams as he falls.

Charlotte approaches without hesitation, pistol raised, and plants one in his skull.

“One left,” I mutter.

I step forward, and pain explodes against the side of my head.

The cold steel of a gun presses into my temple, and I suck in a breath, remaining as still and calm as I can.

“Drop the weapon,” a thick Russian accent growls.

“One more inside. Vlad’s out of the van,” Conan says with urgency in his voice.

I drop the gun, and the bastard kicks it away.

“Give us the girl, and you live.”

“Where’s my daughter?”

“You’ll get her... once we have Charlotte.”

“That wasn’t the fucking deal,” I growl, tightening the brass knuckles.

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