Lucas Reyes had survived too many bullets to die in a damn hospital bed.
But Catherine Calloway was determined to change that.
The first shot had shattered the window, glass raining over him like sharp confetti.
The second had buried itself into the mattress where his chest had been seconds before Marcus yanked him to the floor.
And now?
Now they were trapped.
"How many?" Lucas gritted out, pressing against the cool tile, fighting the burning pain in his side.
Marcus peeked over the overturned hospital bed.
"Three outside. Maybe more. They're positioned across the rooftops."
Lucas swore under his breath.
He was still weak, his body barely stitched back together.
And yet, the bastards had picked tonight to take him out.
Typical.
A fresh bullet pierced the IV stand, sending meta
