Wolf Untamed (SWAT - Special Wolf Alpha Team #11) - Paige Tyler Page 0,53
across the street in the visitor lot.
As he walked, Diego replayed his earlier conversation with the guys, thinking seriously about what it would mean if Bree really was The One for him. Unlike his pack mates’ significant others, Bree had a son to think about.
Diego had to get this right—with both Bree and her son.
He was so distracted by thoughts of Bree and Brandon as he reached his truck that he didn’t notice the nondescript black van slowly approaching him until the passenger-side window rolled down. Diego half turned toward it, assuming the driver was going to ask for directions, when the barrel of an automatic rifle slid out the opening. Diego barely had time to leap to the side before a hail of bullets tore up the ground where he’d been standing.
He hit the pavement and rolled, not stopping until he ended up behind Trey’s white Ford Bronco. He yanked his SIG out and stood in time to hear an engine revving followed by the loud crashing sound of metal on metal. He only realized it was the black van slamming into the other side of Trey’s truck when the Bronco slid sideways and slammed into him, sending him flying. He ended up flat on his back, air bursting from his lungs. Then all hell descended around him as automatic weapons fire tore apart Trey’s vehicle.
His nose told him there were four men in the van. His ears filled in more details, alerting him that the men had split up, two coming around the back of the Bronco, the other two heading for the front, obviously planning to catch him in the cross fire and mow him down like a damn carnival game.
This was a flat-out ambush, plain and simple. They were here to kill him. Diego had no doubt his pack mates were already heading his way, but if he didn’t do something to slow the four guys down, this would all be over before his teammates got there.
Diego was already shifting as he clambered to his feet and took off running with a low, deep growl. His claws extended so fast they hurt, and the feel of his fangs elongating was enough to distract him from the thought of how many times he was about to get hit with large-caliber rifle rounds and how painful it was going to be.
He didn’t bother going around what was left of the Bronco, instead launching himself straight over the top, the muscles of his legs and back twisting violently as he flew through the air toward the two attackers moving around the front of the vehicle. Diego couldn’t help but notice the emotionless expressions on the men’s faces as he descended on them with fangs and claws extended, snarling and growling in his rage. Fearless, they stood their ground, turned their weapons his way, and lit him up.
Bullet after bullet ripped through his body—thighs, stomach, upper chest. The pain was intense, but Diego ignored it as he landed on the first man while turning the SIG in his hand toward the second attacker and squeezing the trigger repeatedly.
Diego lost his grip on his handgun as he and the man he’d tackled tumbled to the ground of the parking lot, and he didn’t have time to reach for it as he fought for control of the AR-15-style weapon the man was trying to wrestle in his direction.
Out of the corner of his eye, Diego saw the two attackers who’d been circling around the rear of Trey’s truck loop back his way, weapons aimed straight at him. Diego reached out one hand and slashed his claws across the throat of the man he was wrestling with, then grabbed hold of the man’s dark-blue shirt and flipped over with the body, wincing as multiple bullets tore into the corpse.
Shit. The man’s buddies hadn’t hesitated.
The sound of handgun fire erupted from his left, barely audible above the louder rifle noise. Diego instinctively knew it was his pack mates, and a second later, there were two thuds as bodies hit the ground.
The pain he’d been suppressing decided to make an appearance, and he clenched his jaw to keep from groaning as he lay there. Boots pounded the pavement, then someone was yanking away the corpse that was still draped over him. Diego looked up to see Trey, Hale, and Connor standing there looking down at him.
“Damn,” Connor muttered. “I hope all that blood didn’t come out of you.”