SUV rushed forward, prepared to finish off the assassinations.
My instincts took over, forcing me into the shadows as the bullets continued to fly. Three of the group of men were down, one body twitching in the throes of death while the others were stone cold dead. Two of the assassins from the SUV swung their weapons in opposite directions, as if protecting the third.
As another vehicle approached, the headlights streaming over the entire street, the man approached, his weapon raised.
The slow motion of what happened next sent a wave of chills down my spine.
The headlights captured the identity of the assailant.
I dropped my bags, the sound of smashing glass thunderous in my ears.
And he turned his head in my direction, his eyes opening wide. As he ran toward me, his mouth twisted in frustration the moment before he wrapped his arm around me, dragging me off my feet.
“Savannah.” The deep, beautiful baritone was one I recognized well, yanking me into a state of shock. This just couldn’t be happening. Everything had been a complete lie.
Now he was going to kill me.
“No!”
Chapter Ten
Rafael
Goddamn it.
I was still shaking from a rush of rage and adrenaline as the door was slammed shut behind me after I shoved Savannah inside the SUV. Nothing in my world had prepared me for anything of this nature. What the fuck was she doing at the restaurant?
My instincts were on overdrive, a wave of anger as well as knowing settling in. She’d used me. She’d obviously been employed to try to get information or at minimum keep me locked down while another plan was set into motion.
I was a complete fool.
“Let go of me. Fucking let go.” She twisted her body, kicking out, fighting me with every ounce of energy she had. I was shocked at her strength and her strong will.
“Stop fighting me, Savannah. Now!”
My orders only pushed her harder. When she managed to slug me in the jaw, I wrenched her wrist, pushing her over me and below the windows.
“I hate you. Sick fuck,” she snarled.
Both my enforcers jumped into the front seats and within seconds, tires were screeching as Jorge floored the accelerator, screeching around the corner. The plan had been a good one, the meeting held during a time when few citizens would be in the city until later, information about the final location coming only an hour before.
“Stay down,” I instructed, hissing through my teeth as I pinned her against the seat. I was aware we had company, the two cars racing toward us at impressive speed. They were obvious muscle keeping the three Capos and Alviro protected. Too bad they hadn’t done their jobs.
“No. No!” Savannah screeched, successful in freeing both arms, pummeling her fists against my face.
I wrestled with her until I caught her wrists in one hand, shoving them against the side of the SUV. “Listen to me. We are being followed. If you lift your head, they will shoot you. Do you understand me?”
She simply glared at me, continuing to struggle, her breathing coming in ragged pants.
“Do you want to die?”
She wrinkled her nose, her eyes opening wide. “Who are you? Who the hell are you?”
“Someone who might be able to save your life but only if you obey my every command.” Damn it. Her presence merely reminded me I’d fucked up in touching her in the first place. As the headlights fast approached, I wrapped my other hand around her throat. “You are going to stay down until I tell you it’s all right. I’m not playing around here, Savannah. These men are out for blood.”
“Yeah, I guess so since you killed several men. You’re a fucking murderer.” She was almost calm in her accusations, her pretty face twisted in fear and anger.
“That may be true but right now, I am the only man who can keep you alive. Get on the floor.”
“No.”
“Get on the damn floor!” I let go of her hands, giving her a stern look as lights flashed by rapidly, Jorge pushing the SUV to its limits.
She darted her eyes across my face before shifting, finally allowing her body to fall to the floorboard, burying her face into her hands.
“What do you want us to do, boss?” Montego asked as he twisted around in order to glance out the back window.
“We take the fuckers out.” I yanked out my SIG, checking and smacking the ammunition back in place before aiming through the window. I felt breeze hitting my back as Montego opened his window, fighting