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When it finally came, no words were spoken. Both he and Callum rose simultaneously, backs to each other as they fired in opposite directions.
Three rounds from Liam, three kill shots. He saw more of his team doing the same around them.
When more men rose with weapons aimed, Liam lowered at the same time as Callum. “Three dead on my side. I counted eight more.”
“Two dead, one injured over here. Five to go.”
His team together could easily take care of that number.
The bullets were loud around him, small concussions competing with the roar of the flames. Beneath that, he heard footsteps. Some of the assholes were getting closer.
Good. They’d lose their cover and Liam or his team would be able to kill them at close range.
He dropped to a prone position and fired at a man’s feet, then another in quick succession, sending two guys to the ground before shooting them in the foreheads.
Suddenly, two men rounded the car.
Liam kicked out a foot, sending one to the ground while shooting the other in the heart. When the asshole on the ground fired at Liam, he rolled, narrowly missing the bullet.
He lunged, grabbing the guy’s wrist before pushing the muzzle of his Glock to the man’s head and firing.
Liam swung one quick look around to locate his team, seeing them all rising from behind cover, weapons at the ready…but there were no more enemies to shoot.
Then he was running before he could stop himself. He needed to get to Nylah, and he needed to get to her fast.
* * *
Nylah had just crossedthe street when a man suddenly appeared from behind a car, gun in hand. She stumbled back a step, gaze colliding with his. He frowned—like he wasn’t sure if he was supposed to shoot her or not.
Before he could decide, the door to The Grind opened and Violet stepped out, rage on her face and gun in her hand.
Oh God!Eleanor!
Concern for her friend blasted through her system even as Violet took aim.
Nylah ran, slipping into the alley to her right, ignoring the bullets that ricocheted off the bricks. She didn’t stop. She ran so fast that her lungs burned.
Near the end of the alley, another gunshot roared through the night, the bullet grazing her skin, causing pain to radiate up her side. She cried out and stumbled, her knees almost collapsing. It was only through sheer determination that she was able to force herself to remain on her feet. To keep moving as she rounded the corner onto the next street. Storefronts were dark around her, each closed up and locked, leaving her nowhere to hide.
When a single lit business came into view, hope flared in Nylah’s chest. She recognized it. The museum where Liam had taken her for their first date. Was it open?
She forced her feet to move faster, her arms to pump harder. When her fingers wrapped around the door handle, she said a silent prayer that it wasn’t locked.
The door opened, and she all but fell inside just as another bullet hit the glass door, causing her to gasp and stumble as it shattered.
The interior of the building was dimly lit, with only small amounts of light from exit signs and exhibitions. She ran through the first gallery. When she heard the front door open, her breath stopped.
Then she heard another voice. A new one.
“Hey, what are you—”
The man’s words were cut off by a gunshot. Nylah pressed a hand to her mouth to stifle her cry.
Quickly, she slipped from one gallery room to the next, every step as silent as the last.
“Get the fuck out here, Nylah!”
She crept into the room with the old train and tried the door leading to the next gallery. When it didn’t open, her skin iced.
