Page 73 of Revenge Saints
Bang.
One clean shot. Then two more come from the fence behind me.
The three men drop, silent, crumpled like puppets with their strings cut.
“They’re back here!” Sean screams, loud enough to stir panic.
Then softer, sharp as glass:
“Move, Dante. Now.”
Smart bastard. He’s feeding them lies while buying me seconds.
I bolt for the opening, toward the split in the fence. I leave the base. The place that used to be our home. And I leave Sean behind, crouched in the brush, already moving branches to hide my escape route. A part of meachesfor it, but I can’t look back.
Not now.
I dive behind a tree just as one of the soldiers climbs to the roof. It’s too dark, and he can’t see a damn thing. My chest rises and falls, breath quick and shallow, heart pounding like a war drum.
There is a crack in the brush to my left.
I whip my gun up, finger tense on the trigger,
“Grit.”
Knox speaks, and I let out a sharp breath I didn’t realize I was holding.
“Nice shot, Reaper.” I smirk.
He returns the smile, but only for a second. More gunfire rattles in the distance.
“We need to move. Max can’t keep it up; we only had two rounds.”
I push to my feet, scanning the tree line.
No movement. No pursuit.All the bastards are still at the front, right where Max is luring them.
“Where the hell did you get the guns?” I ask as we move low and fast through the trees.
Knox shakes his head, jaw clenched, the vein in his neck bulging with tension.
“Aspen escaped. We went after her… ran into two idiots carrying weapons.”
I stop dead in my tracks.
“Sheescaped?” My heart slams against my ribs. I turn, ready to head right the fuck back.
Knox grabs my shirt and yanks me back.
“She’ssafe,” he snarls, eyes locked on mine. “Ryker has her.”
I study his face. Looking for any flicker of bullshit, but there’s none.
It’s Knox. He’d rather take a bullet than lie about her.
The brush behind us rustles. We spin, guns raised—
Max.
