Marine's Mission - Rebecca Deel Page 0,89
of his eye to the corner of his mouth gestured for Owen and Gigi to fall into step behind his partner, a tall, thin man who stalked through Gonzalez’s associates.
Owen reached for Gigi’s hand and followed the first guard. “Where are you taking us?” he demanded.
Scar Face poked Owen in the back with his weapon. “Move.”
“Feds are moving in,” Brody warned.
“Copy,” Owen whispered. “Several women on the first floor.”
“Let’s hope the agents have good aim. Take care of your woman.”
Like he would do otherwise.
Gunfire sounded outside along with shouts and screams. People panicked at the sound of the shots.
Scar Face shoved Owen hard in the back. “Move!”
Owen wrapped his arm around Gigi and quickened his step. “Be ready,” he murmured. Although Gigi didn’t verbally respond, she tightened her grip around his waist.
The first guard led them up the stairs, opened a door, and walked into the room.
“Inside,” Scar Face growled and poked Owen in the back again, shoving him forward.
He and Gigi stumbled into an office with a massive desk.
“Why are we in Mr. Gonzalez’s office?” Gigi asked.
“Good job,” Brody murmured.
“Once the Americans are dead, the boss will deal with you.” Scar Face pointed his weapon at Owen and glanced at his partner.
Thin Man yanked Gigi away from Owen and jerked her back against his chest, arm circling her neck.
“Let her go.” Owen took a step toward the guard.
“Stop.” Scar Face took an aggressive step toward Owen, dark eyes glittering. “Remove your weapon and kick it toward me. If you don’t do as I say, your wife dies.”
“Don’t hurt her.” He spread his hands. “I have a Sig in a holster at my back.”
The guard aimed his weapon at Owen. “Slow.”
“Just don’t hurt my wife.” He removed his weapon and set it by his right foot. “Let Gina go.”
“Kick the gun over here.”
Gigi wheezed in a breath.
Owen’s gaze darted to her. His woman’s face was red, her eyes wide with fear. “Ease up,” he snapped. “She can’t breathe.”
Thin Man sneered. “Who has the power now, big man?”
He ignored the man’s taunt. “Baby, turn your head to the left.”
Gigi obeyed instantly, and drew in a deeper breath. The heightened color in her face receded to almost normal within seconds.
Owen glared at Scar Face. “Tell your friend to let her go.”
After another moment, the guard signaled his partner. Thin Man shoved Gigi toward Owen.
He caught her when she stumbled and pulled her tight against his chest. “I’ve got you,” he murmured.
Thin Man gestured toward the couch at the other end of the office with his weapon. “Sit down, and shut your mouth.”
Instead of obeying, Owen kept his arm around Gigi’s waist. “How do you feel, G?” His grip tightened, silently reminding her of their pregnancy story. Owen needed an opening. If he had been alone in the office with the two guards, he wouldn’t hesitate to take them down. With Gigi in the room, however, at least one of the guards would turn his weapon on her before Owen could stop them both.
Gigi clutched her stomach. “Terrible. I think I’m going to be sick.” She clamped on hand over her mouth and made a gagging noise.
Scar Face looked horrified. “What’s wrong with her?”
“She’s pregnant and sick most of the time. Where’s the nearest bathroom?”
“You’re not leaving this room,” Thin Man snapped.
Gigi rushed for the garbage can behind Gonzalez’s desk. As soon as she sank to her knees behind the desk, Owen sprang at Scar Face.
Thin Man shouted, “Stop. I’ll shoot.”
Owen plowed into Scar Face, shoving him toward Thin Man. All three of them landed in a heap on the floor with Owen on top. Thin Man fought to shove Scar Face off of him so he could aim his AK-47 in Gigi’s direction.
Owen punched Scar Face once, twice, then knocked him out with a third blow. The guard went limp.
With his hands trapped and unable to move, Thin Man couldn’t defend himself against Owen’s strike to his throat. When he was sure Thin Man wouldn’t get up, Owen rose and retrieved the weapon he’d laid down. “They’re down, G.”
Gigi scrambled out from under the massive desk. “You’re all right?”
“Yep. Let’s go. We have to get out before the feds mistake us for friends of Gonzalez.” He wrapped his hand around Gigi’s and hurried to the door. “Brody, sit rep.”
He peered into the hallway. Clear for the moment. Wouldn’t last long. He led her into the hall, alert and ready for trouble.
“The feds are trigger happy. Do you need backup?”
“Not at the moment,”