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“If you want to get out of this alive, you’ll let her go,” he said as he stared at Melbourne.

Seeing the bastard’s damn arm wrapped around her neck had him seeing red.

Melbourne laughed. “Iwillget out of this alive. I have her. I plan to spend a little time with this sweet piece of ass before I kill her.”

Micah clenched his jaw. “Over my dead body.”

“Oh, I think that can be arranged. I have no problem killing an FBI agent.”

“I don’t get you, Melbourne. You only have petty crimes on your record but now you’ll go to prison…or your grave,” Micah sneered.

“Money talks, Turner. By the looks of it, you’ve never had to worry about not having any.” He shrugged. “Now I won’t either.”

“Can’t spend it, if you’re in prison…or dead.”

“Micah please let him take me wherever he intends to. I don’t want to see you hurt.”

“Aww, how fucking sweet,” Melbourne said with a sneer.

“Not happening, pixie. This son of a bitch is not going anywhere, withorwithout you. Now, put the gun down, Melbourne.”

Melbourne pressed the gun harder against her temple and Micah saw her wince.Damn it.He had to get him to put the gun down.

“I will kill her right here.”

“Seriously? Just what makes you think you’ll get out of here if you kill her?”

Melbourne frowned, and Micah knew the thought hadn’t occurred to the idiot. He stood in his stance and never took his eyes or his weapon off him. Not even to look at Patsy. He already knew she was scared.

“I want you to put your weapon down or I will kill her right now. You can’t take the chance I won’t,” Melbourne hissed.

Shit!The man wasn’t as stupid as he looked. Micah sucked in a deep breath and tried to see where he could shoot the man and not hit Patsy. When Melbourne gave him a grin, he knew what he was going to do, and tried to prepare himself. Melbourne quickly aimed his gun at him and fired three times, each shot hitting him and knocking him back until he fell to the ground. He heard Patsy scream out his name then he heard another shot and Patsy was on her knees beside him.

“Micah,” she cried out in a shaky voice.

“I’ll be all right,” he said but felt lightheaded.

“Turner? Shit. We’re going to need an ambulance,” another male voice said.

Micah looked up to see Agent Marvin Carver talking into his cell phone then he closed his eyes.

“Micah, hang on,” he heard Coby’s voice but it sounded a bit too far away.

“Did you get him?” Micah slurred out.

“Carver did. Melbourne’s dead. Two shots hit you in the vest but the other one got you in the shoulder between your arm and vest. Ambulance should be here soon.”

He nodded but couldn’t seem to keep his eyes open. He knew he was losing blood. He felt Patsy take his hand and could hear her crying.

“I’ll be fine, pixie. Just a flesh wound.”

“Where is that damn ambulance? He’s bleeding out,” Micah heard Coby yell and that was not good news.

“He shot you three times,” Patsy told him as if she needed to remind him.

“Patsy...” Damn, Micah could feel himself losing consciousness.

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