CHAPTER SIXTEEN
“Freeze!” Alexa shouted. “Drop the weapon!”
The man let out a cry and moved to get behind the woman.
Alexa aimed for the head, about to squeeze the trigger …
“Don’t shoot!” the woman shouted.
As the last instant Alexa noticed the man’s hair.
Black. Not blond.
Too late, her finger was already going through the motion. Her wrist flicked up and the bullet sang through the air to punch a hole in the far wall.
The man flinched, dropped the knife, and backed away with his hands in the air.
“It’s not what you think!” the woman shouted.
Stuart, standing right beside Alexa, rushed into the room, kicked the knife away, and kept his g*n trained on the man.
“Don’t hurt him! Ryan and I are just having s*x play!” the woman said.
“What the hell is going on here?” Alexa demande
