“Tyler, Collins! Move, move, move!” Luna barked into the com. “Front entrance, garage, cover!”
I grabbed the backpack with the extra ammo and I was on my feet.
“I need eyes, Marek,” Luna demanded.
Fuck. I paused for half a second and looked through my scope. Luna stood on the patio, arms out wide in surrender. The red dot was still on his forehead. “Still in sights,” I warned.
“Goddamn it,” Luna snapped. “Get them the fuck off me. Take this fucker out.”
I followed the projectile and scanned the other buildings, but same as a few minutes ago, I was against the light. The mirrored windows of the building opposite the restaurant was reflecting the afternoon sun right back at me and I couldn’t see shit. “I have no visual.”
“Find the motherfucking visual.” Luna slowly turned in a circle. “I’m no good to you dead, and now I’m pissed the fuck off.”
My jaw set, I ground out a response. “You’re costing me time I don’t have.” Fedorov was going to fucking bleed for this.
“You ever seen me pissed the fuck off, brother?” Luna countered.
I blindly aimed at the building, starting halfway up. I couldn’t see him, but I knew he could see me. Taking time I didn’t fucking have, I started to scan up. “Move two feet left.” I needed him in my sights as I scanned.
Luna stepped left. “When I get pissed the fuck off, people die. I’m gonna fuck that Russian up.”
Not before I did. “Halt.” Luna in my field, I adjusted my aim in a slow, upwards arc. “Hold.” The laser stayed on his head. “I’m canvassing. If I give the word, cover right, use the south exit.” I put my hand on the scope.
“What’s the word?”
Raising my aim, I kept the scope trained on Luna. Three floors up, I hit pay dirt. The laser disappeared off Luna and I gave the command. “Now.” I picked off two shots.
“Motherfucker!” Luna dove right and hit the exit.
The distant sound of shattering glass traveled across the street and I was on the move.
Luna breathed heavy in to the com. “Tyler, Collins, you’ve got Fedorov, four guards and two women coming at you. All exits need eyes.”
I didn’t wait for the elevator. I took the stairs and jumped every other half flight. Rage like I’d never known ripped through my veins, and I hit the ground level and burst onto the street with my weapon drawn.
Two seconds later, Luna flew out of the side exit of the building. “Marek, conceal!” he barked through the com.
Fuck that. “Where the hell are they?” I yelled.
Luna signaled for me to go left as he went right. “Tyler, report,” he snapped into the com.
“Exiting east garage, I have visual. Two white SUVs. Target and women in the rear vehicle. Engage?”
I started running.
Luna, that motherfucker, not only had his men on coms, they were in position. I was too fucking enraged at Fedorov to call Luna on it.
“Collins, call Miami PD for backup. Tyler, hold position and detain. Do not let that asshole get on the street. We’re coming around now. Marek and I are on foot.”
I heard the crash before I saw it.
My rifle in both hands, I sprinted around the corner as automatic fire started raining down around me.
A white SUV T-boned by a black Luna and associates vehicle was halfway up the exit ramp of the garage. The driver door of the Luna and Associates vehicle was open as Tyler crouched behind the bulletproof armor and returned fire at the men in the front seat of the T-boned SUV.
A second white SUV was street level but was blocked in by a second Luna and Associates vehicle as the driver of Luna’s SUV shattered the windshield with automatic fire.
“Cease fire, cease fire!” Luna yelled.
I didn’t fucking hesitate. I walked straight at Tyler as he eased off the trigger and slammed the butt of my stock into the side of his head.
He dropped like a fucking stone and I spun, weapon aimed. “Fedorov,” I growled. “Get out.”
A guard sitting in the seat behind the dead driver extended a shaking arm around the bloody mess of the driver. His body riddled with seeping bullet wounds, he aimed his weapon at me.
The telltale click of an empty chamber sounded in the sudden silence.
My nostrils flared, my jaw clenched, I put one round between his eyes then trained my gun on the passenger door and forced myself to wait. If she was fucking shot by Tyler, I was going to kill him then and there.
The back door of the SUV creaked open and her feet, then her knees hit the ground. Her back arched as the top half of her body stayed in the vehicle. I couldn’t see her face but her chest rose and fell in rapid succession.
My heart pounding, I held my aim. “Fedorov,” I warned.
With her hair in his fist and his gun shoved against her temple, the fucking coward stepped out of the vehicle and yanked Irina to her feet, pulling her against his chest.
Fedorov looked me up and down then smiled. “You can shoot me. But then I will shoot her.”
“Shoot him,” Irina demanded.
At the sound of her voice, I fucking took a breath, but this wasn’t over. Not even close. My gaze locked on Fedorov, I didn’t spare her a single glance. “You injured?”
“No,” she bit out. “What are you waiting for?”
“He’s not going to shoot, pet. Calm down.” Fedorov pressed the gun harder into her temple. “But he is going to give me the vehicle of the marine he hit in the face. Then he’s going to back away like a good little soldier.”
He wasn’t going anywhere with her.
The fucking asshole kept talking. “Do you know why, pet?”
Irina didn’t hesitate to answer. “Because he’s going to shoot you once you’re in the vehicle so he doesn’t have to drag your stupid body across the ground.”
Luna moved into my peripheral vision. “Not a clean shot.” His whispered warning came through the com. “Keep him talking. I’m circling behind him.”
“You always did have a flair for the dramatic, pet.” Fedorov chuckled. “Maybe I did take you too young.”
“Let her go,” I demanded.
“So you can kill me like you killed my men?” Fedorov outright laughed. “Not today, soldier.” He pulled on Irina’s hair. “Come on, pet. Watch your marine do nothing as I walk away with you.” He moved toward the SUV.
I raised my aim.
Luna’s voice came through the com. “Don’t risk it.”
Sirens sounded in the distance.
Fedorov backed into the driver seat, dragging her with him.
I exhaled.
“Stand down,” Luna ordered.
His grip on her tight, Fedorov climbed over the center console, careful to keep her between him and my aim. “You remember how to drive, don’t you, pet?”
My eyes on Fedorov, I still saw the change in her.
The anger contorting her face bled into disinterest, and like a fucking switch was flipped, her expression shut down. Jamming the gearshift into reverse, she locked her glare on me and threw two words out. “Fuck you.”
She stepped on the gas. The SUV’s tires screeched and she spun the wheel like a fucking pro.