Page 210 of Wrecked
Adrenaline pounded through him. “Fuck, no.”
Everything went into slow motion.
“Cooper, I’m firing up the chopper. Call whoever the fuck you need to and make sure there aren’t F-18s on my ass when I enter the No-Fly Zone. Prescott, you’re with me. Weapon-up.”
“Where are you going?” Cooper asked.
“To take that terrorist out.”
“You know who she is?” Cooper asked.
“That’s the bartender at our nightclub, and Addison is with her now.”
“Ah, fuck.” Cooper snatched up his phone.
“Where are they?” Prescott asked.
“On a rooftop in DC.” Hawk bolted from the office, his legs eating up the floor.
“This is never gonna work,” Prescott said after he caught up.
“I’m not gonna lose her. Not now. Not ever.”
* * *
Addison glanced around. She was on the roof of a fifteen-story building. Her only escape route—the heavy, metal door—was blocked by Liliana. But it was the thick, winter vest Liliana had shrugged into that made Addison’s mouth go bone dry.
“What’s with the vest?” Addison asked, trying to sound casual.
Liliana strode toward her, a crazed look in her eyes. She went to grab Addison, who blocked her arm, spun around, and kicked her.
Liliana jumped out of the way, grabbed Addison’s leg and rushed forward, sending Addison crashing down. Flat on her back and in pain, she stared up at Liliana.
Liliana pointed a gun at her. “Where’s your phone?”
Go fuck yourself.Addison refused to answer.
“Get. Up.” Her sinister tone caught Addison’s ear.
Addison pushed off the cement rooftop.
“Hands behind your head,” Liliana ordered.
Addison did as commanded. When Liliana patted her down, Addison grabbed her arm, twisted, and snatched the weapon.
“Face down on the ground,” Addison bit out. “Now!”
Liliana threw back her head and laughed. “No bullets, bitch.” She pulled open the vest, revealing explosives duct taped to the inside. “I don’t need a gun. We’re about to blow sky high.”
Ohgod, no.Addison’s pulse kicked up as her mind raced with possible escape routes.
“Now, give me your goddamn phone!” Liliana slapped Addison across her face.
The sharp sting made her eyes water, but she refused to make a sound. As she handed over her phone, she held her finger over the emergency button.
“No,” barked Liliana as she grabbed the phone from her and turned it off.
Addison bolted to the fire door, grabbed the handle, and yanked, almost wrenching her arm from the socket. It was locked.
