Page 115 of Fracture

Vinnie didn’t wait for Adam to say anything else, he took off down the hallway. Vinnie knew Molly was with him, not hesitating to move deeper into the unknown.

Another gunshot echoed to the right, and Vinnie called out to her.

When she replied, he almost collapsed with relief.

He and Molly followed the sound of Lorelei’s voice and spotted her on the floor, covered in blood.

“Lorelei,” Vinnie breathed.

“Stop,” she said. “We’re not alone.” She pointed to the hallway that separated them.

Vinnie and Molly moved into position, Molly covering Vinnie so he could move around to Lorelei.

He made it across the hall without incident, and Molly followed a few seconds later.

“No one’s there,” Molly reported.

“What? He has to be. I shot him.” Lorelei tried to get up from where she’d propped herself against the wall, but Vinnie put a hand on her shoulder.

“Stay here. We’ll go check.”

Molly went first, and Vinnie followed. They moved down the hallway nearly a hundred feet and found no one. The darkness prevented them from seeing much, but there was definitely not anyone there.

They returned to Lorelei and found her passed out.

“Lorelei!” Vinnie shouted. “Don’t leave me. Come back to me, beautiful.”

Her eyes blinked open. “Help me.”

“Lorelei.”

“Please,” she whispered. Her lips were a breath from his. Every inhale brought her chest into contact with his. Every exhale took her away from him.

No one was going to take her away from him again. Not now. Not ever. She was his.

Vinnie scooped her up and nodded to Molly. Without a word, she moved with Vinnie, making sure Lorelei got out of there safely. They would send a team for the man who shot her. All that mattered was getting her help.

“Where are we going?” Nina asked.

The boss nearly turned and slapped the whiney bitch. She’d almost had enough of her questioning everything. “We’re getting the hell out of here. Do you want me to leave you here?”

Nina didn’t answer. Good. Maybe she wouldn’t argue so much after almost being arrested.

As soon as the alarm went off to let them know someone was on the property, Fernando was in the room and getting them out. He led the private security team that made sure no one ever touched her. Including her own people.

A grunt sounded to the left, and Fernando stopped them, putting himself between the women and the noise.

“It’s me,” Benjamin barked.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Fernando demanded.

“That bitch agent shot me.”

“Did you shoot her back?” the boss asked, stepping around Fernando to get in Benjamin’s face.

Benjamin stood upright, the pain on his face drawing her gaze to the blood soaking through his clothes.

“Is she alive?”