Page 103 of Surrender (Angels Halo MC Next Gen)

I shifted my gun to Polina’s head. “Touch Samara, and you will pray for the angel of death.”

“Sam…?” Confusion flickered over Polina’s face. “No, not her. That’s the sister,” she said, seemingly to herself. “The other one. The redhead.”

“Now look at what you’ve done,” Daria complained. “You went and broke Polina. Again.”

“I didn’t break her the first time,” Anya argued. “But you didn’t tell her that, did you? That you were working for the other team in Bolivia, and it was you who shot her?”

“Liar!” Polina shouted. “It was you!”

Anya rolled her eyes. “How have you survived this long when you are so stupid, Polina? I was running in front of you. In front. So how could I have possibly shot you in the back?”

As realization started to flicker in Polina’s eyes, Daria eased her hold on Ryan a little. “She’s lying to you, Polina. Don’t listen to her!”

“Oh my God,” Polina whispered. “Oh my…” She switched to Russian, and I couldn’t understand anything she said. Daria screamed something back in the same language, but all I could do was shift my gaze back and forth between the two women, while still trying to watch for other threats.

Anya stumbled beside me, but I didn’t understand why. Their screaming at each other in a language I knew almost zero vocabulary for was distracting as fuck. I didn’t see Daria shift her gun until it was almost too late. But when her hand moved, I shoved Anya to the ground.

Not one, but three gunshots echoed around me. A burning sensation exploded in my shoulder, but I was too worried about Anya. “Are you okay?” I demanded as I rolled her over, checking her for damage. “Anya, are you hurt?”

“Shit!” she groaned. “You could have just pushed me. I’m old, Elias. Are you trying to break my hip?”

Scoffing, I climbed off her and offered my hand. She took it, but her eyes were on my shoulder. “Well, she’s going to throw a tantrum over that.”

Ignoring her, I glanced around, taking stock of everyone else. Daria was dead on the ground where I’d last seen her. A bullet right between her eyes. Another through her chest, as blood bloomed across her shirt and dripped onto the ground.

Polina was on her stomach where she’d ended up after I’d pushed Anya out of the way, still screaming in Russian. Ryan, now free, had picked up Daria’s gun and had it aimed at Polina as many of the Vitucci soldiers came forward.

“I got the headshot!” Samara cheered as she walked around the side of the mansion with a rifle in one hand and an AR in the other.

“No, I got the headshot. You missed and got her in the chest.”

Unable to process what I was seeing, I shifted my gaze back to Ryan. If he was there, then who the fuck was that with Samara?

“Bullshit. I’m counting the headshot as mine,” Samara argued, shoving the Ryan look-alike in the shoulder. “She was dead before she hit the ground. That’s my kill!”

“You’re keeping count now?” he teased.

“I always keep count.”

“Sammy!” I called in relief, and her head jerked in my direction.

A smile started to tease at her lips, but just as quickly, it disappeared. I didn’t like that. She should always smile when she saw me. “Baby girl, you’re in so much trouble.”

“Elias.” My name came out on a sob. “No.No!”

I took a step forward, wanting nothing more than to hold her, but the world shifted. Everything went dark around the edges, and suddenly, the ground was rushing up to meet me.

CHAPTERFIFTY-TWO

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Samara’s screamspulled me out of the darkness. “Please be okay. Elias, please!”

“Samara, he’s fine!” Anya yelled as she tapped me on the cheek. I blinked up at her, and she gave me a tight smile. “Welcome back.”

“Where is she?” I muttered, trying to sit up.

White-hot pain exploded through my shoulder, and she pushed me back. It took me a moment to realize I was on the ground, my shoulder was throbbing because I’d been shot, and Samara was still screaming.

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