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“I’m not going to. When we get out of the parking lot and on the main road, sink down. Keep your head low.”

“Galen, give me a gun.”

“Babe, you don’t know how to use it, and you’re more than likely going to shoot yourself with it. Just get down. I’ll handle the rest.”

“I don’t like this,” she said.

“Trust me.”

“I do.”

There was no hesitation and he couldn’t help but glance in her direction. There was a smile on her lips, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. He did know she was being sincere.

At the exit line of the parking lot, he looked left and right, and took the left which would lead him away from his safe house.

“Get down,” he said, but Skye had already done it.

He spotted the car following him, and he recognized the men inside. There were no other cars on the road. He noticed the glint of a gun, and as the first bullet sounded, he pressed down on the gas, moving to the other side of the road.

“I can’t believe they’re shooting at us here. Those idiots!” Skye released a scream as another bullet came at them, this time shattering his wing mirror on the passenger side, which pissed him off.

Now he was going to have to get that fixed.

“Skye, take the wheel.”

“Galen?”

“Just do it.”

Skye didn’t argue with him. She grabbed the wheel and he spun around, aiming his gun, taking out his own back window. Now he was even more pissed.

The car swerved and he gritted his teeth, trying to get a visual in the darkness. The light from a lamppost seemed to shine at just the right time, and he took out the driver. Instantly, the car jerked, suddenly turning right and flipping, taking the passenger and his gun with it.

Spinning around, he pressed on the brake, put the car in “park,” and climbed out.

“What are you doing?” Skye asked.

“Stay here.” He left his car door open, and walked the distance down the embankment. There was no way he could leave anyone alive who worked for Petrov. The car had collided with a tree, the engine smoking and hissing.

The passenger was freaking out as the airbag had gone off, disarming him.

“No, no, wait, wait, please don’t kill me. I can tell you where Petrov is—”

Galen had heard enough. A single bullet to the skull and the man was dead. He didn’t need information on Petrov’s whereabouts. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out his cell phone and dialed up the clean team. Giving the location and details, he hung up, and walked back to the car.

“What’s going on?” Skye asked.

She looked terrified.

“We’ve got to stay here for a couple of minutes,” Galen said.

Skye looked around. “Are they dead?”

He looked at her and she chuckled. “Right, yes, right, of course. Ignore me. I don’t know why I would ask such a stupid question, and it was stupid, right?”

She was nervous. The wait felt like it would never end.

“It shouldn’t be long,” he said.

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