Page 110 of Ghost
Ghost raised his head a little and saw speakers, large lights, and a woman.Her back was to him, but her long, dark hair was all the confirmation he needed.“She’s here.”
Zain said something, but Ghost didn’t register a single word.Every cell in his body was hyperfocused on Mila.He couldn’t see her face, couldn’t fucking read her.Irinia moved closer and said something to the older man.
The two goons crowded Mila then hauled her up by her arms.Panic turned Ghost’s blood to ice.He planted his back against the wall.
“Now,” he barked, needing Rami to move in.
Ghost jerked his head at Zain.His friend grabbed the door handle and yanked open the old, rickety wood.
Ghost stormed inside and fired.The first bullet took out goon one.
Mila screamed and covered her face with her arms as the asshole fell at her feet.The other henchman pivoted with Mila in his arms, holding her back to his front.
Zain fired at Boris, who’d already taken cover with Irinia behind a thick post.Boris fired around the wood, the shots just missing Ghost and Zain.
Zain returned fire and Boris slipped behind the protection of the post again.The bullet smacked into the wood, sending splinters flying.The goon ground his weapon into the side of Mila’s head.
She grimaced.When her eyes landed on him her mouth fell open, and she blinked as if she couldn’t believe Ghost was there.Instinct made him inspect her from head to toe for injuries.Within a second, he’d identified her awkward stance.Her right foot wasn’t bearing weight.
“Let her go,” Ghost bellowed.
A man’s laugh sounded from behind the post.“Anders will blow her head off before you do a damn thing.”
Mila’s skin was washed of color.Anders gritted his teeth and pushed the mouth of the gun into the side of her head so hard she winced.
Panic rooted him.He could get off a shot, but unless he hit Anders between the eyes, the bastard could pull the trigger.Zain stood next to him, waiting for Ghost to make the call.
Movement across the barn caught the edge of Ghost’s vision.He didn’t draw any attention to Rami moving in.
“Irinia,” Mila called, her voice strained and thick.“You won’t win.Go ahead and shoot me, but that’ll be the end for all of you and you know it!”
Silence.
“Left,” Zain murmured, the word barely audible in the large room.
Ghost let his gaze drift one degree west.Rami ducked behind a hay bale.
“Drop your weapon or I blow her head off,” Anders demanded.
The muscles in Ghost’s forearms jumped.“Not a fucking chance.Let her go or no one’s walking out alive.”
Anders laughed.“You got here too early.We were about to shave off some skin.”He bent his head and kissed Mila’s cheek.
Ghost’s temper ignited like sawdust under a match.
Mila flinched, then disgust rippled her brow.Anger sparked in her eyes.And goddammit, her response sent relief through him.She was a fighter.
Boris laughed, chiming in with the douchebag who didn’t realize his brains were about to decorate the barn.
Mila’s expression changed to one of determination, and Ghost’s senses prickled.She bent and threw her elbow right into the man’s junk.Anders jolted forward, and the action sent Mila to the ground.
Ghost pulled the trigger.The sharpcrackechoed in the barn.The man’s head snapped backward.
Hell broke loose.
Rami fired at Boris, who returned shots.Zain bellowed something, but his words didn’t penetrate Ghost’s brain.
He ran for Mila.“Get down!”he shouted at her, skidding across the floor to throw his arms and chest over her hunched form.
