Page 6 of When He Fights
“Keep it down in there!”Something banged against the wall.Sounded like the fist belonging to the person in the room beside her.
Her eyes widened.“Help!”The people in the room next door could hear her.“Help!”She jumped onto the bed and raced across the covers.If they could hear her, then they could help her.
Logan tackled her.They both slammed into the bed.She went down, face-first, with him on top of her.
His laughter taunted her.“No one is going to come help you, Anastasia.I’ve got you.”
The knife pressed to her side.The tip of the blade cut into her.
“You are going to be so sorry,” Logan swore as the knife dug deeper.
The motel room door flew open.Hit the wall.A very distinct crash.“Ana!”A roar.The true, deep bellow that sounded as if it had just come from a massive beast.
Her head whipped toward the door.A shudder swept over her even as a smile pulled at her lips.“Kane.”
Kane was back.
Kane was there.
Everything was going to be okay.
He was already running across the room.A second lock on the door hadn’t kept him out.He’d just kicked in the door or beaten it in or something, and he was?—
Logan yanked her up.Put the knife to her throat.“I will slice her from ear to ear.”
Kane whipped out a gun.
She blinked.
“I will shoot you in the fucking head,” Kane promised flatly.“Before you are even done cutting her, you’ll be dead.”
“Um, wait!”Anastasia cleared her throat.The movement had the blade lightly slicing her.They all needed to calm down.She’d love to avoid thecuttingher part.Surely, that could be possible, yes?
“What in the hell happened to your forehead?” Kane snarled.
It did hurt terribly.Had it already bruised?
Probably.
Logan hauled her off the bed, but they slipped when the covers tangled around their legs, and she went down, hard, and, in that moment when she fell, Kane fired his weapon.
The gunshot blasted.
The knife clattered down beside her.Anastasia covered her head, and she screamed.Logan torpedoed over her as he ran straight at Kane.But Kane fired a second time.And she heard the thud of the bullet sinking into flesh.
Her hands began to lower.
Logan fell right in front of her.Her screams echoed around her.She was on the floor, with her knees beneath her, with her hands near her head, and he was on the dirty carpet just steps away.His head turned.He stared at her.Those bright, bright green eyes stared at her with fury.With hate.
With fear.
And Kane put his gun to Logan’s head.
Police lights swirledin a sickening flash.Anastasia stood in the motel’s parking lot, watching as the federal agents and the local cops swarmed like bees.
FBI Special Agent Grayson Stone glared as Logan was loaded into the back of an ambulance.Grayson had been the agent in charge of the case, the one who’d arranged for Anastasia to have protection.To vanish with Kane.
He’d also been the one to originally ask her to wear a wire and collect evidence on her homicidal boyfriend.
