Page 91 of Property of Tacoma

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“Fragile?” Bane snorts, his eyes lit up with excitement. “Yeah. Like a fucking bomb.”

Shaking my head, I shove past them all and take off inside the building before any of them can stop me.

The warehouse is dark, lit only by streams of sunlight filtering through the broken windows. I move silently, my guns raised, scanning for threats.

A Sinner appears from behind a stack of crates, his gun already drawn.

I fire twice—center mass, just like Pops taught me.

He goes down.

I hear gunfire erupt behind me and know Tacoma and his men are right on my heels.

Good.

Making my way through the first floor, I take out two more Sinners who get in my way. My heart is pounding, adrenaline singing through my veins.

Where are you, Jagger?

At the back of the warehouse, I find a stairwell and take the steps two at a time to the second floor.

More gunfire echoes through the building, but I pay it no mind, knowing that Tacoma isn’t far behind me. Broken up or not, I know he won’t let anything happen to me.

Hitting the top floor, I kick open door after door, clearing rooms.

Empty.

Empty.

Empty.

When I get to the last door at the end of the hallway, I lift my leg and kick out as hard as I can, and it crashes open.

And there he is.

“Jagger!”

His head flies up and that’s when I see his eye is swollen shut, and blood already crusted over on his split lip.

“Cali!” he shouts back, his voice cracking.

Oh, thank fuck.

Rushing to him, I yank out the knife strapped to my leg and saw through the ropes binding his wrists.

The second he’s free, he wraps his arms around me in a crushing hug. His body is trembling.

My eyes close, and I squeeze him back. “I got you,” I murmur. “I got you, honey. You’re okay.”

Thank you, God. Thank you.

“We gotta get out of here,” I tell him, pulling back to look at his battered face.

He nods, tears welling up in his eyes as we turn to head for the door.

Out of nowhere, a Sinner appears in the doorway with his gun drawn.

He’s seething, his face red with rage. “If I can’t kill Tacoma, I’m going to take the thing he loves most.”

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