Page 145 of Angelic Vengeance

“Huh?”

“Where. Is. Your. Vest.” His voice sent goosebumps over my skin.

My heart spasmed in my chest.Fuck.The bulletproof vest he handed me before we sneaked underground.

“I– I umm… ” I tried to focus and answer. But his body was so close to mine, rising and falling with ragged breaths, and brushing my chest, that it took longer than usual to respond. “I left it in the car.”

Through all the chaos and rushing to get to the location… I forgot.

Not even a second went by before I heard him move in front of me, faintly making out his silhouette. Then, he was putting something over my head and wrapping it around my waist.

It took another second for it to click:hisbulletproof vest.

“Zach. Stop.”

He didn’t; only tightened the material around my body. He never listened.

Frustration ignited inside me and I grabbed his hands to undo the vest. “I’ll be fine without–”

“I know.” His hand on my chin stilled me. He leaned in close in the dark, his breath fanning over my lips. “But there’s not a chance in hell I’m risking it.”

I gulped, ignoring the goosebumps forming on my skin from the warmth of his hand. “What about you?”

I practically heard him smirk. “Worried about me, baby?”

Pushing past him, I continued making my way through the tunnel. “Just thought it’d be a chance to steal that G-wagon from you.”

His dark chuckle followed behind me, though no protest was made. Something sparked in my chest. He’d buy me a million and a half car if it meant I might forgive him.

We both stopped at the same time when a light flickered far ahead. It was barely visible but it was there; right around the corner as the tunnel swerved to the side.

Zach lowered his head to mine, brushing my ear. “Ready?”

I answered by pulling back the bolt on my rifle.

Keeping close to the wall, we advanced. The closer we got, the bigger the light and the clearer the moving shadows became. They were on a platform; not on the tracks.

Zach looked back at me and we both nodded. Turning the corner, we pointed our guns at the targets.

Except no one was there.

A projector worked in the corner.

Then we saw the small device on the platform.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

“Down!”

My hands latched onto Zach as he football-tackled into me, taking us both to the ground and back around the corner we came from. I stifled a groan because his big hands protected my fall; one cupping the back of my head, the other on my lower back.

There was dust and smoke everywhere. A ringing in my ears I couldn’t escape. Everything felt lagged.

“You good?” Zach’s breath warmed my cheek, pulling me back to normal.

I nodded. “Good.”

He pushed off me, keeping to the ground, and as I raised my head, I noticed a big cement piece from the platform floor had crashed into the ground, just meters away from our feet. The air was still dense and grey when bullets started flying above our heads.

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