at him. The evil grin that spreads on his face sends shivers down my spine.
“Well Sir, I thought he had a gun. I must have been mistaken, but it’s still self-defense.”
“Mm-hm, and why are we holding officers of the law at gun point then? Why don’t we head into town and chat about this at the station?”
That quickly wipes the grin off his face. Paul finally gets out from under the man, whom I can only assume is Kelli’s convict, and stands, reaching for his gun. Before he can get there, I squeeze the trigger, popping one in his right arm. He cries out, but Ricky’s doesn’t move his gaze from us. What a cold hearted family. His brother’s just been shot and he doesn’t even flinch. Not like he’s really injured. I just grazed him.
“Ricky, put the guns down. Now,” I shout out to him. He doesn’t even blink. Bastard. I walk in between Kelli and Dodge, closer to her. Dodge can take care of himself. I’m more worried about her, but if I show that to Ricky, he’ll take advantage and shoot her faster than you can say ‘Oh Shit’. Unwilling to play this game anymore, I peek a glance at Dodge. He winks at me. Crap. I know what’s coming. We’ve been in this position before. Except last time, it was three Marines, not two Rangers and the woman I love.
Dodge taps his foot, and I quickly leap onto Kelli, knocking her to the ground as Dodge pulls the trigger. Gun fire erupts again, disturbing the peacefulness of the woods around us. I know she was unprepared for what happened, and felt the looseness of her body as we connected. Wrapping my arms around her torso, I pull her to the ground with me, pinning her down. She squirms beneath me and it does nothing more than turn me on. Not that I wasn’t already, but it definitely doesn’t help the situation. A searing pain flares through my bicep, finally registering with my brain. Looking over my shoulder, I see Dodge standing up, and Ricky getting ready to aim again.
“Run,” Dodge screams out. Shoving to my feet, I yank Kelli up and drag her behind me into the tree line. Ignoring the path we were following, I run, checking to my left to make sure Dodge is still there. I can see him between the trees here and there and take his lead, following him to the North. Branches whip at my face, biting into my skin. As I cross over the path we had been on, I spy my med bag. Shoving Kelli ahead of me, I back track a few steps, grabbing the bag as bullets fly past my head. Staying low, I continue at a jog, slipping between two bent trees and falling into step behind them. About fifteen minutes later, we finally stop, all of us panting.
“Shit, what the hell was that?” Kelli yells. I signal for her to be quiet as I listen to the surroundings. Birds are fluttering away, meaning we spooked them, but no clumsy Italians underfoot, so we have a minute to breathe.
“That was the Gessatti brothers. Who was the cuffed guy,” Dodge asks before I can catch my breath.
“That was my convict. Hopefully they don’t trash his body. I get no fee without a body.” She’s definitely not the innocent, wide eyed beauty I fell in love with. Before me stands a goddess warrior. Her blonde hair blowing in the breeze, cheeks red from running and a stunning body. But what makes her so gorgeous, is the strong willed, kick ass attitude emanating from her. There’s no weak kneed damsel here, waiting for a man to lead the way from danger. She’s right there with her gun in hand.
“You’ve been shot,” she says to me. I shake my head no to her and look down at my body.
“Nah, I’m ok.” She steps towards me, her slender hand reaching out to pull at my sleeve. I wince in pain remember what I felt back there. Shit, she’s right. Shot in the arm damn it. My adrenaline must have kicked the pain from my mind so I could run. So what, I’ve been shot, it isn’t the first time and won’t be the last. All I can think of is getting my hands on her. Dodge walks over,