Page 57 of Shadow Man

“Who the fuck is this? And how the fuck did you get this cell?”

“It’s Anna, Anna Williams… Eve’s friend. Joseph’s been shot.”

My stomach hits the floor.You fucking bastard, instinct. I’ll gut you like a fish.

“How bad?” I manage to grit out.

“Bad. Real bad.” She starts crying again. More bullets slam into a metal box a thousand miles away. “He was shot in the chest or shoulder. I can’t stop the bleeding. It’s fucking everywhere! He’s dying in my arms, and I don’t know what to do!”

Joseph doesn't die. I can’t even entertain that fucking scenario. He’s the brick and mortar of my entire operation. He has more bullet holes than I do.

“Is anyone else hurt?”

“No…No, just him. But there are cars chasing us. They’re shooting at us. Fuck!” She screams again as another round of bullets slams into their vehicle.

“Eyes on the fucking prize,” I snarl at her. “I’ll get you safe. Tell me where you are.”

“Leticia.”

Gomez. I can mobilize his men in minutes. I’ll send in a fleet of fucking helicopters if need be.

“Dante, what’s happened? Is it Joseph?” I don’t feel Eve’s soft touch on my arm. For once, I don’t even feel her soothing presence. The man I call my true brother needs my help and he’ll fucking have it, even if it means calling in every favor, contact and resource I’ve ever made.

“Give me your location coordinates.” I move swiftly toward my office, leaving Eve hanging. She’s used to it. She knows I never explain shit to anyone until I’m good and ready.

“I-I God, I don’t know! He told me to call you before he passed out. No, wait! He tracked the car. There must be a device on it somewhere.”

“I’ll access the data. What else?”

“We’re off-road. Somewhere near Emilio—your brother’s—former estate.”

“You,what?”

“Do you know where that is?”

Damn right, I do.Last time I was there one of his bastard men was torturing me.

Until Grayson saved my life…

Liked he saved it in Afghanistan, two decades ago.

Like he saved it six months ago.

It’s high time I repaid the fucking favor, don't you think?

“Yes. I know where that is. Are you driving?”

“No…”

She stops short of saying who is, but I’ve already made the deduction.

“Is he breathing?”

“Barely.”

“Then keep the pressure on. I’ve seen that bastard shot three times in one night and live to tell the tale. Remember what I told you, Anna?”

“Eyes on the prize,” she whispers.

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