Page 26 of Fatal Love
Except the man was snugging the end of his handgun through the crack, the ugly black end of the barrel pointed at her.
Maria raised her weapon.
“No!” Beatrice said, kicking at her hands.
Too late. Maria fired.
The man fired at the same time.
Boom! Boom!
Move!
Before she could roll to the left, a fresh contraction seized her.
She felt the whiz of the bullet as her body bowed, lifting her belly into the air.
Boom!
She waited for the sting of the bullet. The pain.
Death.
All went quiet.
Outside anyway. Not internally as her womb continued to seize.
Through the pain and the breathing, she peeled one eye open.
The man at the door was gone. One of the poles had slid from its hangar and fallen to the floor.
Maria was down, blood splashed across her neck, her shoulder. Her gun had fallen from her hand.
Defying the white-hot torture spearing her body, Beatrice shifted enough to touch the cool metal.
A little more…
Her fingers dug into the carpeting, nails stabbing into it. Closer, closer…
Got it!
Huff-huff-huff, breeeathe.
A shadow darkened the doorway.
Beatrice raised the gun, her eyes blurring with hot tears. “Go to hell!” she shouted and started firing.
THEDOOREXPLODEDin a series of fragments as bullets ripped through the flimsy wood.
“Beatrice!” Connor yelled, dragging the dead man at his feet aside. “It’s me. Connor!”
Sabrina had distracted the attackers. Hunter had disabled the van and taken out two of the four people inside.
“And that makes three,” Hunter said in Connor’s ear.
Okay, make that three of the people inside.
“Save that bitch Ebba for me,” Cal growled over the comms.
