Page 82 of Rescued Hearts

Sully dug his fingers into her arm in another bruising grip as he spun her toward him. “Give me those diamonds!”

“Let me go and I will!”

But he wasn’t thinking straight. The wild roll of his eyes was like that of a ruthless beast, beyond coherent thought.

He yanked her arm, whipping her around until her head snapped.

Her fingers itched toward her waistband.

She didn’t know him anymore. Didn’t know what he was capable of.

And she wasn’t risking it.

Before he could shove her again, she pulled the gun from her holster and fired.

The shot rang out, sharp and deafening in the still night.

A howl of pain split the air.

Her ex staggered back, clutching his leg where blood was already seeping through his jeans.

Honor’s hands shook, but she didn’t lower the gun.

His face contorted in shock and rage. “You—”

She cut him off. “I don’t know you anymore.” Her voice was steady now, lined with a steel she didn’t know she had inside her. “And I’m not taking chances.”

Chaos erupted. Shouts exploded through the quiet area.

“Gunfire! Who fired?”

“Honor? Honor? Are you all right?”

Boots drummed on the ground.

Gray.

Chapter Nineteen

Gray motioned in a series of hand signals to Colt. His brother picked up the directives and disappeared into the shadows of the old three-story brick building they entered.

In his comms, his brothers’ voices volleyed back and forth as they swept the second and third floors of the building and Gray and Colt took the ground floor. They crept through the darkness, boots barely grating on the dusty concrete floor.

A wall of east-facing windows revealed several black gaps in the panes like teeth knocked out, but hanging within view was the gibbous moon that he and Honor had sat under just hours before, eating marshmallows while he bared his soul.

“We’ve got eyes on Felicity. No sign of him.”

Relief tingled in the nerves of Gray’s face and traveled down each arm. He squeezed his hand around the spare weapon Colt had passed off to him the minute they stepped out of the van.

Only a few short beats passed.

“We’ve got her in custody. Exiting the building now.” Oaks’s low voice filled Gray’s ear, sending another shot of relief through his veins.

Now they were just hunting Sully. Or whatever his real name was. He couldn’t wait to hand the guy over to the FBI in connection with identity fraud as well as the string of burglaries.

When he shifted his foot forward to inch around a corner, a gunshot tore through the night.

“Shots fired!” Colt’s voice crackled into his ear, but Gray was already moving.

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