Heart of Danger (Special Ops)
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Through all the outside commotion she was able to hear the sound of the door knob wiggling. Somebody was trying to get in. Her first instinct was to hide in fear, but she couldn’t do that. These guys were helping her and now she had to help herself. “What would Kelly do?” She knew the answer to that. Kelly would be out there fighting with her man, not cowering in a windowless room. So instead of hiding she crawled out of her space underneath the work bench and she stood poised and ready to take the shot. Then she remembered, “safety off,” because she couldn’t do any damage with the safety on. “Make sure it’s not one your guys,” she told herself trying to calm her finger that seemed to be itching to just start shooting.
She took several calming breaths, that weren’t as calming as she would have hoped. She was ready; she had to be.
Micah heard the consistent pop, pop, pop of gunfire come from within the house and he nearly froze. But he couldn’t do that. He still had three more to take down and with the increase in urgency coming from within him he didn’t hesitate to take kill shots. He didn’t have time to shoot to wound. He had to get to his woman.
He was inside the house faster than anybody would have expected. He wanted to call out to her, but he wasn’t sure those shots had come from the gun Alex had told him he gave her. It could have been that one of Diego’s men got in and shot her. They were still missing at least two of them. Nobody had seen Ramón or Diego at this point, but he was sure they were there.
“You killed my best man,” he heard the heavily accented voice speak those words. “He was going to help me cut you up, Natalia.” He rolled her name across his tongue with the threat of his promise going with it. “Ah, ah. You do not get to play with the gun anymore. Put it down. I can shoot you before you get it pointed at me.”
She must have put the gun down because he heard Diego call her a good girl. Micah covered the distance, rounding the corner and expertly navigating his way to the room the voices were coming from and when he cleared the doorway, seeing Diego with a gun pointed at his woman’s head pushed him over the edge. “Over here.” His words caused Diego to turn sharply and in that moment he took the shot, straight to the head. The man wouldn’t bother anybody ever again. More importantly, Natalia was truly free.
“Micah,” she sighed as she leapt over the dead body blocking her way and threw herself into his arms. “I was so worried about you.”
He turned sharply at the sound behind him, ready to shoot if need be.
“Whoa!” Jet held up his hands, gun still in one hand. “Just me. I got my share.”
“Me too,” Alex stuck his head into the room before walking in smoothly.
“Has anybody seen Preston?”
“I’m here,” he growled. “I took a damn bullet in my shoulder. Rat bastards.”
Micah shrugged. “Sounds like you’ll live.”
“Yeah, well that’s more than I can say for the bastard who shot me.”
“It’s over?” Natalia looked between the men.
“I hear sirens, which means the cops are finally arriving to investigate all that gunfire and explosives,” Alex laughed. “Guess we should put down our weapons before some trigger happy cop accidently shoots one of us.”
“What about Michaels?”
“I sent the information Micah and I gathered to somebody I know I can trust. They should be picking him up,” Preston checked his watch. “Now actually.”
“So everybody is okay…except for Preston that is,” Alex winked. “You didn’t need to be so scared for us after all Natalia.”
“Yeah right! Preston has a hole in shoulder.”
“I had one in the other shoulder before I guess now they can match.” He said those words easily. Micah knew Natalia was probably wondering how they could take things in what seemed like such a light spirit, but they had survived worse and at the end of the day the only thing that helped them keep going was to take some comfort in the victory instead of whining over the injuries they sustained.
“He took a bullet in his leg too,” Jet chimed in. “And his butt,” he laughed.
“Hey! She didn’t need to know that.”
Natalia laughed hard. “I won’t even ask how that happened.”
“My wacky ex decided to play with the gun I was getting ready to clean and she shot me in the butt.” He was clearly still angry about that.
“Before or after she became your ex?”
“Before. I can’t stay with a woman who would shoot me in the butt,” he shook his head while Jet tried to patch up his shoulder until the ambulance and medical help could arrive.
“She was dumb as a door post, Preston. We never knew what you saw in her.” Alex chuckled.
Micah knew exactly what Preston had seen in her—she was hot and he was going through a hard time after losing out on a woman he thought he loved. She had had left him while he was deployed—or more like she had cheated on him and then sent him a Dear John letter overseas. Fortunately the one he was with now seemed relatively sane, and she was smart so that was a plus. “No chance of Freya shooting you in the butt, Preston.”
He snorted. “At least not by accident. If she does it will be because she meant to do it.”
Micah wrapped his arms back around Natalia. “You’re safe now,” he whispered in her ear. “He’ll never hurt you again.”
“I know. Thank you.” She placed a soft kiss on his lips. He wanted to take so much more than that one soft embrace, but with the cops coming to a screeching halt outside he figured now was not the time to go hot and heavy with Natalia. He could do that later, after he got her home, after she got some rest, then, and only then, would he take her to bed. “I am so going to have my way with you come morning.”
“Why wait? I am perfectly capable of all nighters.” She smiled deviously at him. “Unless you’re getting too old to keep up with combat and love making.”
“Oh you are so going to pay for that,” he mumbled.
“Make me pay in the bedroom, while I’m underneath that spectacular body of yours. When this is finished here take me home, Micah. Take me home and ravish my body completely.”
“That’s a promise,” he kissed her once more. He was going to take her right back to his bed, where she belonged and where he planned to have her every night for the rest of their lives.
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