The air was suddenly filled with a leaden silence. Ryker grabbed me and threw me over the stone railing of the terrace, both of us falling fifteen feet into the thick bushes below.
The impact knocked the wind out of me, but Ryker didn't give me time to recover. He hauled me up and began to drag me toward the dense forest that lined the coast.
“We have to go! Now!” he shouted.
“Why should I go anywhere with you?” I spat, trying to pull my arm away. “You lied to me! You’ve been lying since the day we met!”
“I’m trying to keep you alive!”
Ryker roared, stopping for a split second to fire his handgun back toward the villa.
“If we stay here, Santino will put us in the ground! We can fight about the past when we aren't being hunted by a dozen professional killers!”
He was right, and that
