Isaiah
“Well if it isn't America’s favorite love birds.”
A bald man with claw tattoos on half his head stood before us, grinning with a mask in his face.
Shit. Another one? Whoever was after me was no longer trying to be subtle at this rate. First, the sniper, now some mercenary holding a knife.
My grip tightened around Zella, who was still in my arms looking petrified. Where the hell were my guards, and how did a man like this get through them?
My security was nowhere in sight. Dammit.
“Baby,” I whispered to Zella, who looked shocked. “Can you run to the closest room in the building when I drop you?”
She nodded slowly.
“Good,”
I shoved Zella behind me just as soon as the bastard lunged towards me. Pain exploded across my ribs as a blade grazed me, but I twisted out of each
