Page 57 (1/2)

?s voice, filled with fury, rang out

The door sla her with three huge un aimed at her head

Chapter Twenty-Three

They had Friday

They’d taken her frooing to paint Mexico red with the blood of the e was a cold blade inside him Honed and ready to strike Even as the door of the vehicle sla him with theshort of death would keep hi her back

Frounfire ease They had what they wanted Killing Striker and Mace wasn’t part of the plan All they cared about was capturing the woman

That didn’t mean they wouldn’t die

“On three” He barked the order, knowing his teammate would already knohat he intended They’d been in this situation too many times to count and kne to cover each other’s backs

“One Two Three” They sat up at the sa out as many of the enemy as they could

When they were finished, there was silence

“This side is clear” Mace threw open his door and they scra it for cover “You go after Friday, I’ll deal with this”

“This first—nobody walks out of here Am I clear?” He couldn’t take the chance that a survivor would come after his woman And she was his In a way he couldn’t explain but felt deep in his soul They were linked together, as though made for each other, and he wouldn’t let anyone threaten her, or the thing building between them

He ripped off his eyepatch and stared at the car parked at an angle behind theirs Threeit as cover, their heat signatures clearly visible to hih the vehicle He took aier a threat

“I should have put a tracker on her,” Mace said “I never even thought about it Noe don’t knohich way they went Shit, we need to get the tearid See if they can spot her”

“There’s no need” Striker checked his gun Empty He strode over to one of the dead un “I knohere she’s heading They’re going south on the highway out of the city”