Page 170 of Under the Lies

The big, bad bald man crumples like a piece of paper.

Sayer kicks him there for good measure before stepping over his body.

Harlow shouts. Her gun fires.

I don’t so much as blink before tackling Sayer to the ground. Covering her body with mine. No more harm will come to her tonight.

Ever—if I can help it.

“What the hell was that?” I hiss in her ear.

“That was the SING method,” she says like it should be obvious.

It’s not.

“The fuck is the sing method?”

“It’s from a movie and” —she waves a hand at Sam’s curled up body— “very effective.”

My brow raises appreciatively. Full of surprises with my siren. “As long as you don’t use that on me.”

“No promises—”

Another shot rings out.

“Excuse me!” Harlow yells, unhinged. “As gross as this banter is, I have other matters of importance to get to and I’m really getting tired of all these distractions.”

I pick my head up while my hand reaches for my gun. Tight in my grip, I pull it out of the holster and point it at Harlow. I fire. One shot, two shots.

Harlow retaliates and I throw my head down, shifting on top of Sayer to make sure she’s still covered. The bullet just grazes my bicep and I grit my teeth as my muscles spasm and fire shoots up my arm. Fucking hell.

I glare at Harlow. Bitch.

“You’re not going to win—” I cut Harlow off with a bullet to her thigh. She screams as another gun goes off. This time from behind and Harlow screams again, dropping her gun to clutch her shoulder.

Sayer pushes me off her the same time Reeve, Gabe, and Thea break out of the trees.

“Welcome home, bitch.” Thea lowers her gun, glaring at Harlow, who yells and charges Thea.

They hit the ground with a hard thud.

Reeve and Gabe step forward to break them up when a guttural moan hits my ear and snares my attention.

Sam, who’s been on the ground, starts to get up and his eyes are locked on Sayer, who’s watching Thea wrestle her way on top of her sister and slam Harlow’s head into the ground.

Oh no, he fucking doesn’t.

Before he can fully stand, I tackle him to the ground. He doesn’t even have time to react before my fists wail on his face.

I’ll get my hands on Harlow when Thea’s done. Right now is my time to get revenge on this bastard.

Each punch is for every second he had his hands on Sayer.

It’s not until my knuckles are split and Sam’s ugly mug is unrecognizable that a set of hands pull me off him. I swing around before realizing it’s Gabe. “I got him.”

I nod, knowing he does, but before I can so much as take a step away, another gunshot pierces the night.

I reach my gun and look for the threat when I see who pulled the trigger.

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