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But first, I need to not get the shit kicked out of me.

Well, kicked out of me any worse.

The blood in my mouth and pain radiating throughout every fiber of my body spur me on rather than discourage me.

Giving up is not an option.

We keep trading blows, none of my colleagues stepping in just yet in case they get a stray bullet to the face.

Need.

To.

Get.

The.

Fucking.

Gun.

When my forehead connects with Wang Yong’s nose, the bone breaking under the impact, blood flies everywhere, and he’s stunned enough to loosen his grip on the gun.

Finally!

I manage to pry it from his hands, but it goes off again, firing another round into the ceiling.

I’m just twisting Wang Yong’s arms behind his back so I can cuff the bastard when he bucks like a bronco, scrambling for the gun at the same time Dean lunges for it.

Her hands are on the barrel, but he punches her in the face without any hesitation, her small body flying through the air and crashing into the wall behind her.

And now he has the gun again.

For fuck’s sake!

I try to scramble to my feet, but my entire body is battered and bruised, and it’s a superhuman effort.

I’m too slow.

When I’m halfway standing, I process my colleagues yelling at Wang Yong to drop his weapon or else they’ll shoot him.

I might be six feet away, but I’m close enough to watch his grip tightening on the barrel, and his finger itching to end someone’s life.

He smiles again, his bloody teeth glowing in the moonlight.

I start to scream a warning, but the words get stuck.

Then he points the gun straight at me and fires.

Chapter 18

Rebecca

WhereshouldIhide?

If I go upstairs, there’s no safe route out of the house unless I chance jumping out a second-story window. Broken legs beat letting Matt get his hands on me again, but with broken legs, he’d catch me – so, bad idea.

If I stay downstairs, it’s like being inside a fish bowl and giving Matt easy access to grab me through the ground-level windows.

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