Page 30 of Fatal Love
Two against one. Ebba had to know she wasn’t going to win this.
Didn’t mean she wouldn’t take Sabrina—and possibly Connor or Trace—down with her.
Do something!
But what? An elbow to the woman’s ribs? A stomp on the top of her foot?
All of Sabrina’s self-defense moves seemed critically inadequate with a bullet only mere centimeters from her brain.
“My backup is already here,” Ebba said. Her accent seemed thicker in Sabrina’s ear. “They are waiting outside for my command. Did you really think I wouldn’t have more?”
“Yeah, about that…” a man’s voice came from behind Sabrina. So did the cock of a gun. “Your boys are a bit tied up at the moment.”
Sabrina knew that voice. Colton Bells, aka Shinedown. He was a crazy, cocky, SOB from what Sabrina had learned from the other SFI members, with a lazy Oklahoma drawl.
Ebba stiffened and jerked Sabrina closer. God, the woman was built like a brick wall.
Finally,finally, Connor took his gaze off Ebba and looked at Sabrina. His eyes met hers as a cocky smile spread over his face, even as he spoke to Colton. “Boy, am I glad to see you.”
Trace was smiling too. “You’re back.”
“Emit sent me and Zeb to handle the office right after you guys left,” Colton said. From Sabrina’s peripheral vision, she could see him leaning against the wall. Was he…cleaning his fingernails with a pocket knife? “Boss man thought you might need some help. Looks like he was right.”
The cold end of Ebba’s gun jammed harder against Sabrina’s temple as the woman tried to turn her and back away. It was clumsy and Sabrina purposely let her feet tangle with Ebba’s, but the woman was so very strong, her chest incredibly wall-like against Sabrina’s back. She kicked Sabrina’s calf and didn’t lose her balance.
Connor motioned with his free hand for Sabrina to get down and he held three fingers pointed at the ground, folding them one at a time.
A message.
Three.
Two.
One.
Drop.
Sabrina let her legs go slack, plunging straight to the floor where she purposely shoved Ebba against the wall.
At the same moment, Beatrice screamed, high and guttural.
Bam-bam-bam, gunfire echoed through the hallway, Connor’s boots growing closer in Sabrina’s view with every shot he fired at Ebba.
Cal rose like a phoenix from behind Trace with a fierce look on his face, his gun pointed at Ebba as well. He shoved Hunter aside and fired.
The report in the narrow hallway from all of the gunfire was deafening. Sabrina threw her arms over her head and went fetal.
Ebba’s body spun in a pirouette, bullets riddling her chest and back as they pinned her against the wall. They tore at her shirt, shredding it in places, and that’s when Sabrina realized why Ebba had felt so solid.
She was wearing a bulletproof vest.
Connor had almost reached her. He held out a hand to grab her and pull her away from Ebba.
“She’s got a vest!” Sabrina screamed just as she saw Ebba raise that awful black weapon again.
Time seemed to slow. She saw the gun point at Connor. Saw his free hand reaching for her, even as the hand with his gun rose to fire at Ebba one more time.
The bullets that had hit Ebba might not have penetrated her body, but she was still in pain and barely able to draw breath through her bruised ribs. She tilted sideways, her finger on the trigger and an evil grin on her face.
