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Liam’s muscles tensed. Ready to go for what? Who the fuckwasthis?
“Get in position. Let’s get these assholes.”
Blood roared between Liam’s ears, the air moving too damn fast in his chest. He sent a group text not just to his team but to the Marble Protection guys as well.
Liam: People have infiltrated the event center. Something’s happening in less than two minutes.
The guys would be on the lookout now, at least.
The second the message sent, he swapped his phone for his Glock. Then, quietly, he wrapped his fingers around the back door handle of the van and quickly broke the lock before wrenching it open.
A guy spun away from the screens in front of him and went for a gun, but before he could lift it, Liam fired, getting the asshole in the chest.
The man dropped from the chair to the floor of the van. Liam climbed on top of him, aiming his Glock at the asshole’s head. “Who are you and what are you doing here?”
The guy’s breath shuddered out of him. “Fuck you!”
“Tell me before I put another bullet in your body.”
When he just laughed, Liam’s finger twitched on the trigger.
“You’re too…late.”
“Too late for what?” When the guy didn’t answer, Liam pulled him up and slammed him back to the floor of the van. “Too late forwhat?”
“You’re all…gonna die tonight.” He coughed, blood dripping from his mouth. Then his eyes closed.
When his chest stopped moving, Liam swore and focused on the screens—just in time to see gunfire.
CHAPTER3
Her number. She’d given the man her freaking number. A former special forces soldier.
Oh God.
Nylah pushed into the kitchen and grabbed another tray.
She shouldn’t be surprised she’d caved, not with his big, beautiful gray eyes. Every time he touched her, she felt it everywhere.
Her breath shuddered out of her chest as she stepped back into the ballroom, tray in hand. She took a few steps toward the first group of men, a mixture of Blue Halo and Marble Protection guys—but stopped when she saw the expressions on their faces. Hard, intense. Their gazes flicked around the space like they were searching for something.
It reminded her of her brothers when they knew something was wrong. Was something wrong right now?
Some held phones in their hands, but theyallhad a hand near the waistband of their pants. Were they carrying concealed weapons?
A chill swept over her skin as she searched the room for the other men. They all looked the same. Hands hovering near their waists.
Somethingwaswrong.
With shaking hands, she set the tray on the nearest table.
Bang.
Her heart stopped, gaze swinging toward the sound to see one of Liam’s team members in a shooting stance, gun still aimed at a man near the kitchen door, who was dressed in server attire…and wearing a mask.
As the man dropped, so did the gun in his hand.
Screams sounded around her. The stomp of shoes and the rustle of movement as people ducked for cover.
