Page 35 of Dangerously
She does a quick glance over her shoulder. I don't think she’s a fan of the nickname.
Just then, the elevator doors ding open. Time seems to slow as we both look back and see three men exit. Shit is about to hit the fan.
“Get down!” Fallon yells, firing first.
I hit the ground and scurry the last few feet to the stairwell, shielding Aisling with my body. Bullets fly across the corridor as I crawl through the doorway, my heart beating faster than the automatic weapons.
“Go! Go!” She nearly pushes me down the stairs right after firing off two last shots into the hallway.
We book it down two flights of stairs before she pulls me through the sixth-floor doorway.
“Keep her quiet.” She quickly closes the door and peeks out the small glass window.
“Easier said than done.” I cover Aisling's mouth and shush her. It’s not working.
“Shh!”Fallon hisses at me as she monitors the stairwell. I smother Aisling’s little face against my chest, and her crying becomes muffled.Daddy is so sorry, baby.
Only a moment later, Fallon bursts through the door, taking the men by surprise. She picks them offone, two, three.They never saw it coming.
I release Aisling from my chest, and she wails. Fallon cringes.
“We need to go, now.” She drags me over the three dead bodies.
I balloon with a twisted sense of pride. Man, she really is a fucking copperhead killer.
We make it out to the car with Aisling screaming the whole damn time.
“Get in the back and get down.” Fallon jumps into the driver’s seat, and I smush my huge body into the back of the fucking Volkswagen.
As I cradle Aisling in my arms, Fallon peels out, and I breathe one big-ass sigh of relief.
“Fucker,” I complain.
“What?” Fallon looks back at me. “Are you hit?”
“No . . . I dropped my fucking shoes.”
Her gaze narrows. “Idiot.”
“I remember you being nicer.”
“Yeah, well, that was before you pissed me off.”
I smile at Aisling knowingly, who is finally starting to calm down. “I think the copperhead killer still has feelings for me,” I whisper sweetly.
Aisling responds with a toothy little grin. I hug her in my arms, my heart fuller than it ever has been.
“She definitely does not,” Fallon sets the record straight.
I have my doubts.
“Can I sit up yet?” I ask, my back aching.
“No, we’re not out of the city yet.”
“Where are we going?”
“West. March plugged in GPS coordinates to an area outside of Albany where we should be safe for a little while.”
