Undercover Captor (Shadow Agents #5)(9)
Author: Cynthia Eden

Tina blinked and shook her head. “What?”

He kissed her once more, just because he had to do it. There’s no way we’re dying. The woman was full of secrets, and he’d be sure he had the chance to discover every single one. “I’ve wanted to do that since the first time I walked into your office and you told me to take off my shirt.”

Her gorgeous eyes widened. “Your shirt was covered in blood.”

As if a little matter of a bullet wound could have stopped him from wanting her. “It is now, too.” A bullet wound won’t stop the need. He rocked back on his heels. “Remember, no hesitation.”

Her lips were swollen from his mouth. She was so sexy right then. Sexy, but still scared. Talk about terrible timing.

That was the story of his life.

He backed her up against the wall on the right side of the room. Drew calculated that this would be his best attack spot.

He rolled his shoulders, pushed down his fury. He had to take out his prey one at a time. First, Carl would go down. Carl who’d wanted to slice away one of Tina’s fingers.

Rage… Drew swallowed and pushed the rage down again.

Carl would be taken out first. Then Drew and Tina would rush down the hallway. Another guard would be at the door that led outside. Maybe two guards would be there. Drew would have to take them out, too.

He and Tina would stay low, keeping to cover. There was a motorcycle waiting in the garage. One the others thought was out of commission, but that Drew had taken the time to ensure was actually fully operational.

He liked having backup plans available.

His muscles were tight, battle ready. Tina watched him with wide eyes.

Protect her. Get her out.

Once Tina was safe, he’d come back to finish this mission. I have to eliminate Anton Devast.

He gave a little nod. “Okay, Doc, it’s show time.” He waited a beat, then said, “Scream for me.”

She didn’t scream.

Hadn’t they talked about not hesitating? Drew was sure that he’d gone over that part with her. “Scream!”

She screamed.

An instant later Carl rushed through the door.

Chapter Three

Tina screamed. She screamed as loudly as she possibly could. She’d always had a rather good scream—horror-movie good—and her scream had Carl racing back into the room.

But her scream was cut off when Drew’s fingers locked around her throat. “You’re dead,” he growled.

“What’s goin’ on here?” Carl demanded.

Drew’s grip was strong, but not painful. The look in his eyes—that was terrifying. He should have given her a head’s up about this little bad cop—uh, agent—routine.

“You ruined everything for me,” Drew told her. “Everything.”

“You can’t hurt her!” Carl snapped. “That’s what I’m doing—”

He grabbed for Drew’s shoulder.

His mistake.

Drew swung toward him. The loose cuff on Drew’s left wrist flew out and hit Carl in the face. Then Drew punched Carl in the face. A fast, brutal hit. Carl stumbled back. The weapon in his hand started to rise.

But Drew wasn’t done. He chopped down with his hand, hitting Carl’s arm, and the weapon fell from Carl’s fingers.

A few more hits from Drew—Tina jerked forward because when he moved, so did she—and Carl was on the floor.

His eyes were closed, and he was out.

Drew leaned over Carl and scooped up the gun. “Nice scream you got there, Doc.”

And nice, brutal fighting skills he had there. Tina cleared her throat. “Ah, thank you.”

He looked back over at her. “Ready?”

She nodded.

Drew led the way out of that prison. He eased open the room’s door and peered down the hallway. She wondered if anyone else had heard her scream. No one else appeared to be racing toward them.

“Lee has most of the guys stationed outside. They’re probably searching for my team.” His voice was so quiet she had to strain to hear it.

His team. “When will they get here?” Hopefully, any moment. Then—

His gaze slid to hers. “They won’t.”

Her heart sank at that news.

“Don’t worry, I’ve got you.”

She would be more reassured when they were safely away from all of the bad guys with guns. Tina wanted to know who these guys were, why Drew was undercover there—what was happening!

But now wasn’t the time for her questions. Now was the time to focus on survival—escape.

He searched the immediate area once more. “Clear.” They rushed down the hall. Drew held the gun in his left hand. She’d known that he was ambidextrous; the man could wield a weapon just as easily with either hand. She’d watched him do just that on the shooting range once. That ambidextrous talent was a real good thing, since his right hand was still locked to her.

They approached another door—a heavy, wooden door.

“This will take us outside,” he said, pausing briefly. “I don’t want to use the bullets unless I have to because they’ll just bring more company running toward us.”

She wasn’t in the mood for company, either.

He gave her the gun.

Wait. What?

“Use it, but only if you have to.”

Then he opened the door. They slipped outside.

And a man with a gun immediately appeared in their path.

“Stone!” He glared at Drew. “You traitor! Lee warned me about you!” He brought up his gun.

Drew kicked out at the guy; his boot connecting with a snap. The gun went flying, and so did the man. His head slammed into the cement behind him.

“Got you!” a voice snarled from Tina’s right, a bare moment before hard hands wrapped around her. Those hands tried to rip her away from Drew’s side, but with the cuffs, that wasn’t happening.

But the vicious pull did make Drew attack. He spun and struck out with his fist.

The attacker let her go, but only for an instant. Only so he could lunge at Drew.

No.

She hit the guy with the butt of her gun.

He went down with a groan.

Drew curled his cuffed fingers around hers. “Nice job, Doc. Now let’s go.”

Because no one else had seen them, not yet. Darkness had fallen once more, and the glittering stars were above them as they raced toward what looked like an old barn.

They stayed to the shadows. Drew stopped her several times, lifting his hand and freezing when a rustle of movement sounded.

Then they were in the barn. Only, Tina quickly realized, it was more of a garage than a barn. Broken-down cars waited inside. Rusty tools lined the wooden walls. And, from what she could see, there was no means of escape. This plan wasn’t working. “We need the helicopter,” she said, grabbing his arm. The helicopter was their best bet. They could fly right out of that place.