heart beating hard as adrenaline surged in my veins.
The moment we stepped out into the reception, shots were fired in our direction and it was only through luck or chance that we all managed to dive into the relative safety behind the reception desk before any of us were gunned down.
Blake released a shaky laugh as our gazes met, but I was already in attack mode, needing to remove these assholes as they blocked my way to my girl. That was all they were, an obstacle in my path which I would gladly mow down.
I yanked a pistol from the holster at my hip and started firing without so much as blinking. This was where the beast in me thrived, deep in the heart of the fight. Where life and death hung in the balance and the only clear-cut payment for making it out was blood.
Saint ignored me totally, reaching up and yanking the monitor off of the desk as he booted up the computer and began typing. I'd never paid a whole hell of a lot of attention to his nerd habits when he set to work preparing to take over the world on his laptop every evening, but it was becoming more than clear that he could pretty much hack his way into anything when he set his mind to it.
"Keep them busy while I figure out where they're holding her," he commanded as Monroe leaned around the side of the desk to take a shot and almost got his head blown off, a chunk of desk shattering beside him instead.
“Holy fuck,” he breathed, half laughing as a wild look filled his eyes from the rush of coming so close to death. This feeling right here was damn addictive, but I slapped a hand down on his shoulder for a moment to let him know I was glad he hadn’t died.
I drew in a breath and leapt up, taking four shots in a row, hitting two assholes square between the eyes, one in the chest and missing the fourth. I wasted an additional second taking count of our opponents and was rewarded with a flash of burning pain scoring across my bicep half a second before I dropped down out of sight again. But at least now I knew there were only three of them left. At least until their backup arrived - no way I believed there were only a handful of guards working in a place like this. Not while our girl was here. I might fucking hate it, but Tatum Rivers was currently the most valuable commodity in the world. People would sell their souls to get their hands on a vaccine for the Hades Virus and she was the only key to it. They’d be guarding her heavily and would do anything it took to make sure they kept hold of her.
But that was okay. It just meant I had to be willing to sacrifice even more than them to get her back, which I wholeheartedly was.
I cursed and Blake turned to look at me, his green eyes widening as he took in the blood on my arm, but I just shook my head, dismissing it.
"It's nothing," I growled. "It only skimmed me." But I was willing to bet that had just fucked up some of my ink. Assholes.
Blake jerked his head, accepting my words as he pulled a smoke grenade from his pocket, pulled the pin and tossed it over the desk. Niall had really come through for us with all of this shit and I made a mental note to send him a gift basket when we all got out of here alive.
Cries of alarm met the sound of it hitting the floor and I listened to it tinkling across the tiles and hissing as it rolled away, a huge cloud of pink smoke swirling up to engulf the far side of the room.
"Pink?" Saint growled, sounding like he'd just seen someone dick slap his grandma or something.
"What can I say, my uncle is a flashy asshole." I shrugged, not caring if Niall had given me pink smoke, glitter smoke or even smoke that stank of shit, so long as it worked.
No doubt he was laughing his ass off somewhere over this as we spoke though and I just hoped I'd live long enough to tell him the story.
He'd offered to come help us with this rescue mission, but in the end, we'd agreed that he was best occupied keeping my grandpa