DOMINIC
“I'd been shot, attacked, arrested. This time I wasn't going quietly.”
The door exploded inward, cheap wood splintering around the lock. Two men, built like tanks, moving with military precision.
I lunged for the laptop. Ninety-three percent uploaded.
The first one hit me before I reached it, shoulder driving into my ribs. We crashed into the nightstand. The lamp shattered. Pain bloomed white-hot across my back.
"Maya, get down!" I shouted.
She dove behind the bed as I threw an elbow, catching him in the jaw. His head snapped sideways but he barely flinched. Former military. Had to be.
The second one went straight for the laptop.
"No!" I broke free, dove across the bed.
My fingers hit the keyboard just as his hand closed around the screen. I slammed the enter key. Forced t
