“Weapons down, you and your bodyguard. Kick them over to me.”
“Shoot him!” Sophie gasped. “Kill him now, for God’s sake!” She struggled and the blade at her throat cut deeper. The cry of pain that escaped her lips made his blood freeze. The memories, like ghosts, haunted him in his sleep, but this wasn’t a dream. Antonio was going to hurt someone else he loved and the bastard would do it to torture Emery. He c****d the gun, held it ready for the shot to clear, but Antonio repositioned himself again, keeping Sophie in front of him.
“Don’t test me, boy. You know I’ll push back,” Antonio cautioned but the jackal grin on his face said everything. If Emery crossed the line, Antonio would slit her throat in an instant.
This time when the blade bit into her, Sophie didn’t make a sound. She clo
