Page 128 of Wrecked
Chapter 39
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Hallene stepped upbeside Sam, glaring at him for standing in front of her. He knew she could hold her own.
He pecked her cheek. “Old habits die hard, plus I’m gonna kill the next one that hurts you so I’m technically saving a life even if it is a worthless one.”
Phoebe whispered, “Don’t argue. I like ’is logic when it means no one is goin’ to kill us.”
Twisting to face Phoebe, Hallene gave her a sincere vow in a soft voice. “We will both stand between you and them. Sam’s got a team hunting us and we now know they found us and are coming soon.”
Hope had never looked as endearing as when it filled Phoebe’s face.
Hallene just needed to stop Sam from going up against men with weapons. He stood with his feet shoulder width apart and his arms crossed, not the least bit concerned.
The voices got louder as if approaching.
Hallene stilled. She hissed in Sam’s direction, “The Russian is out there.”
Sam cut a look her way. “What’s he saying?”
“He’s giving orders to pack up here in an hour. Will that be enough time?” She didn’t have to spell it out for Sam that she was talking about his team showing up.
“Maybe.”
The door swung open fast with two AK-47s pointing inside. “Raise hands!”
Sam lifted his as did Hallene. Phoebe tucked herself even tighter behind Hallene.
“Where is girl?” one guard ordered in a guttural Russian accent.
“Behind me,” Hallene replied in an even tone.
The guard demanded, “Tell her move so I can see.”
Hallene said, “Step up next to me, Phoebe. It’ll be okay.”
When the girl moved between her and Sam, she was shaking worse than a leaf in a hurricane.
Both guards entered, keeping their AKs pointed at Hallene and Sam. But either weapon could sweep the room and mow all three of them down.
Then the boss walked in.
Sam cursed.
Hallene looked between him and the Russian. “What?”
Instead of answering her directly, Sam lifted his voice. “Hello, Senator Turner, or should I call you W?”
Blood rushed from her face.
W stepped forward while still flanked by his guards on each side. He lost his Russian accent, speaking perfect English with no accent. “What a shame for you to survive South America and escape being killed at Esteban’s, Leclair. I would say you are part cat with nine lives, but this one shall be your last.”
