Page 114 of Toxic

"Good." He moves his hand over my ass cheek, and his cold eyes warm slightly. "You go with Finn. Do what he says."

"I-I don't want to leave you," I admit, right as Brenna walks past the glass with her guard's arm around her. She sees Finn and the color drains from her face. Her knees give out. She stumbles, and I watch in horror as the man grabs her, pulling her up and shouting something at her while practically dragging her down the hall.

"Go now," Dante orders.

"Dante—"

"Now, Bridget!" He guides me toward the door and says, "I need you to do your part." His arm leaves my body.

The same feeling I had when I left Sean outside of the abandoned warehouse fills me. However, I do what Dante says, leaving the suite and going to the bathroom.

I enter only a few steps behind Brenna. As soon as the door closes, I hug her. "Are you—"

Two shots ring out almost simultaneously through the air.

Women scream in the restroom. Brenna's eyes go wide. I pull her closer to the door, keeping my arm around her, saying, "It's okay. Just follow—"

More gunfire fills the air, and the door opens. Dante's voice booms, "Now!"

We're both shaking, but I force myself to lead her out of the bathroom. Finn circles his arms around us both, and we get into the service elevator. I stare at Dante as the doors shut, trying not to lose it. Flashbacks of driving away from Sean hit me, and I try to step back out of the elevator, but Finn's grip around me is tight.

Gunfire continues to ring as the elevator lowers.

"Finn," Brenna barely whispers.

I try to face forward to give them privacy, but there's not a lot of space. When the elevator opens, Finn guides us to Angelo's SUV. We get in, but he doesn't.

He stands outside the SUV and cups her cheeks. "God, I've missed you, firefly."

She starts to sob, and he pulls her into his arms. "Shh. It's okay."

Then a gunshot rips through the garage. An SUV comes racing toward us, and a deep voice bellows out, "Brenna!"

Finn jumps in and slams the door, shouting, "Get down."

Trembling, I push my head to my knees. We speed through the garage, weaving through the different levels. More gunfire fills the air.

On a curve, Finn slides over Brenna and me, lowers the window, and starts firing his gun.

There's a crash, more shots, and Finn commands, "Stop."

"Are you crazy," the driver barks.

"No. Stop!" Finn insists and reaches for the door.

"Finn! What are you doing?" I yell.

"Finn! No!" Brenna clasps his biceps.

He shrugs her off, seething, "He's dying tonight. Take them home," he orders the driver as he jumps out.

Brenna and I scream for the driver to stop, but he keeps driving.

The next half hour to the Marino compound is chaotic. I spend most of my time trying to calm Brenna down and pushing my worries about Dante to the back of my mind. The driver's phone rings, and Brenna's and my bodies stiffen as we watch him answer, then say, "Yeah, I've got the women." He hangs up.

Afraid something terrible has happened, I ask, "Who was that?"

"Dante. He's in the car."

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