“I think I should make us all some tea,” Lann said.
“Fuck the tea,” Maya said. “I need something stronger.”
Lann lifted his hand. “Hold on.” He touched the mic in his ear. “Grab your comms. There’s info coming in.”
Joss and Maya reached for their earpieces.
Lann listened for a moment before addressing Joss. “It’s Cain. He’s flying in.”
The silver color of Joss’s eyes simmered. “He’s what?”
“He wants us to keep her until he gets here.”
Maya looked at Joss. “This shit must be bigger than we think.” Her gaze shifted to Clelia. “If the boss is coming in, her old man is screwed.”
“Quiet,” Joss said, giving Maya a hard look.
“I don’t like the feel of this,” Maya said.
Lann leaned against the counter. “Why would Cain—”
The mug in his hand exploded. Lann froze with a stunned expression. When the window behind him shattered, her kidnappers jumped into action.
Lann ducked behind the island counter and grabbed an automatic rifle from an open duffle bag on the floor. Lifting the weapon to his shoulder, he aimed it at the window while peering through the telescope. Maya dived, rolled, and withdrew the two pistols from the holsters on her hips. She was aiming them at the door and window even before she’d landed on her feet behind stainless steel storage shelves. Joss dove through the air and tackled Clelia with the chair to the floor. He softened the fall with his arms behind her back and one hand bracing her head, but she hit the tiles with a thump as the chair fell one way and they rolled the other. Joss’s weight on top of her knocked out her breath. Pain exploded in her back and stars popped behind her eyes. Not giving her time to recover, he stretched out over her like a shield.
“What the fuck?” Maya hissed.
“Lann?” Joss said, his breath hot in Clelia’s neck.
Lann’s answer came from behind them. “I’m fine. Got the back window and hallway covered.”
Joss lifted his head to look at her, his face tight. “Are you hurt?”
“I’m fine,” she said.
Lann’s voice was strained. “Joss?”
“Sloppy assassin.” Joss chuckled, but the sound was humorless.
“Sloppy or not, I hate bullets flying around my head,” Maya said over her shoulder, holding both handguns aimed at the door. “Where the fuck is air support?”
“Bono, did you get that?” Joss asked.
He let go of Clelia to remove a revolver from his body holster. When another round of shots assaulted the windows, walls, and door, the three agents, or whatever they called themselves, returned fire with a vengeance.
What was happening? Adrenalin coursed through Clelia’s body, dulling the pain in her back. Shit. She was caught in a shootout. She rolled onto her stomach and pushed up onto her elbows. Joss and his team were protecting themselves like maniacs, firing shots through the broken window and closed door, and in any direction the shots came from.
She shivered on the floor, her body trembling from more than her wet clothes. She had to get out of here. While the team was distracted, she had an opportunity to escape. She might not get another chance. She glanced around her. Joss’s attention was fixed on the window to their right. Lann was scanning the yard through the broken kitchen window, and Maya was keeping an eye on the door.
Slowly, she crawled toward the hallway. She had to make it through the door and lock it. It wouldn’t take more than a bullet to shoot open the lock, but it would win her time to get away.
Only a short distance to go. When she was close enough to dive through the doorframe, she jumped to her feet. She’d barely taken a step when a hand closed around her ankle. The grip broke her run. She went down with a cry, but a pair of arms locked around her, once more absorbing some of the shock. The fall still hurt enough to steal her voice. She struggled, but her efforts had no effect on Joss, who only tightened his arms around her, squeezing the air out of her lungs.
“Fuck, Cle,” he said through gritted teeth. “Do you want to die?”
He dragged her to the wall and pushed her against it with his body covering hers. Fisting his hand in her hair with a grip that was firm without hurting, he tilted her face to his. The intensity in his eyes was startling. His lips brushed over the lobe of her ear, his breath hot on her skin as he whispered, “Don’t ever make the mistake of running from me. You don’t want to make me come after you.”
A shiver ran over her body at the menacing tone of the soft-spoken words. Before she could think of a reply, the noise of a helicopter sounded.
“Permission to fire,” Joss said. A short pause followed. “Fuck.” He loosened his grip on her hair, dragging his fingers over her skull in a soothing action. “Did you get a visual?” He listened to the reply. “We’re coming out. Circle around until we’re mobile and see if you can pick up the shooter.”
He locked his fingers around her bicep and pulled her to her feet. “Can you walk?”
Too shocked for defiance or resistance, she nodded.
Joss escorted her outside with Lann and Maya flanking them.
“Scan for explosives,” Joss said.
Maya pulled something that looked like a metal detector from a duffle bag on her shoulder and ran ahead. She flicked a button and did a quick search of the SUV before nodding at Joss. He pushed Clelia into the back and took the seat next to her. Lann sat opposite them and Maya took the wheel. They each knew exactly which position to take. They appeared to function like a well-oiled machine.
Clelia’s heart thumped in her chest. Every muscle and bone in her body ached.
Joss addressed the Russian. “Assessment?”
“Like you said, sharpshooter.” Lann’s voice was calm, but tension rolled off him. “We better warn Cain.”
“We didn’t have any fucking intelligence
