Chapter 25: No Way Out
The room doesn’t explode with bullets the way movies make you think. It’s faster, uglier, quieter at first.
Ethan raises his g*n a fraction of a second before I do. Vanessa steps sideways, smooth as if she rehearsed it, putting herself just out of my direct line. Bella doesn’t hesitate—she drops low, pivots, and fires once at Ethan’s knee. The shot cracks sharp against the concrete walls. He staggers, curses, but doesn’t go down. His leg buckles, blood blooming dark through his pant leg, yet he keeps the g*n up, swinging it toward her.
I’m already moving.
I close the distance in three strides, slam my forearm into his wrist. The pistol flies, skittering across the floor. Ethan snarls, swings a fist at my jaw. I take the hit—stars burst behind my eyes—but I drive
