Brody's Vow (Colebrook Siblings Trilogy Book 1) Read Online Free PDF

there listening for a few seconds. The sound grew louder with every heartbeat. Coming closer.
    Tino. He’d found her somehow. She had only seconds before he opened fire.
    On pure instinct she launched herself at Colebrook, wrapping her arms around his waist as she tackled him to the floor, trying to make them as small a target as possible. A loud bang from outside echoed in her ears as they fell.
    He let out a pained grunt as they hit the hardwood, then automatically rolled to place her in front of him so that her back pressed against the wall, shielding her with his larger body. She stayed rigid, her bleeding head pressed to his chest, tensing for impact.
    But when no bullets tore through the windows or wall, her hammering heart began to calm and it slowly dawned on her that it hadn’t been a gunshot she’d heard. It had been nothing but an engine backfiring.
    She didn’t even have time to feel relieved or embarrassed before Colebrook suddenly rolled her beneath him, his hard, muscular frame crushing her into the hardwood, her wrists caught in his iron grip as he pinned her hands above her. He loomed over her in the shadows, a foreboding expression on his chiseled face.
    His dark eyes locked on hers, full of quiet fury as he bit out, “All right, I’ve had enough. You better start talking. Fast.”

 
     
     
Chapter Three
     
     
    Brody might not know who the woman he had pinned to the floor was, or what had happened to her, but he was sure of two things. One, she had amazing curves. And two, he was pretty sure she thought someone was out to kill her.
    She glared up at him with a mutinous expression ruined by the streaks of blood marring the left side of her face, and refused to say anything. The skin of her wrists was freezing.
    “Start talking,” he snapped, out of patience. She’d just fucking tackled him to the floor as though she’d been expecting someone to open up on the house when that car backfired.
    She huffed out an irritated breath as though she was the one who had the right to be annoyed. “I’m like Briar.”
    “What do you mean, like her?”
    “A Valkyrie.”
    That meant nothing to him, but it also made him insanely curious. He knew Briar was pretty badass in her own right, knew she could shoot a rifle damn near as well as he and DeLuca, which was saying something. As to what other training she had or what her background was, he didn’t know. If Trinity had that same type of training, then he had a whole new level of respect for her.
    Except right now, he just wanted answers and to find out what kind of danger she—and now he, because of her—was facing. “Who’s after you?”
    Her jaw clenched once before she grudgingly answered. “A hit man.”
    Ah, just fucking great. “Who specifically?”
    “Former Mob enforcer.”
    Jesus H. Christ. He ground his back teeth together as he stared down at her. Her skin was pale, almost translucent, her short dark hair plastered to her head and her eyes ringed by smudged dark makeup.
    He released his hold on her wrists, eased up onto his forearms but refused to give her any more space than that. “What did you do, kill somebody?”
    If possible, her gaze grew cooler. Rather than answer, she shrugged.
    Shit, really? He couldn’t see DeLuca vouching for her and being so concerned for her welfare if she was a criminal, so it had to be a sanctioned hit of some kind. “What happened to you?”
    “My car crashed into a lake.”
    What? His eyebrows shot upward, but he guessed her answer explained the water he’d seen on the floor and why her hair was still wet. He eased up more, covering a wince as he got to his knees. “Here,” he said, offering a hand to help her up.
    She rebuffed the offer, pushing his hand away as she sat up and scrambled out from underneath him, giving him a close-up view of the jeans clinging to the shapely curve of her ass.
    He shoved to his feet, set a hand on the wall to steady himself as his leg protested. Son of a bitch, his