Repercussions of Loving you
e he didn't know. But something about the woman's voice on the pho
he repeated. "Ne
keep this simple. Someone's trying to kill you,
and now this mysterious call made his grip on the pho
ok a bullet for yo
o was watching the conversation from across the r
" Dominic
s you don't belong in. Someone-probably Volkov-wants you dead, and my gue
ready typing furiously on his laptop,
uld I tr
esn't change the fact that I'm the only thing
spond, a gunshot shatte
f gunfire sprayed across the living room. The sleek, modern furn
adrenaline spiking. "How the
from his waistband and returning fire. "We
er the coffee table, heart pounding. This was
Alyssa, buzzed again. "Still
d his teeth. "
replied. "But you need to survi
ppening. He exchanged fire with the attackers, catching a gli
t one, but mor
this position!"
t. The panic room. It had
me!" he
allway, bullets tearing into the walls behind him. He reached the hid
e!" he
m, just as a grenade la
s flying. The blast hurled Dominic and Julian forward, slhe ringing in his ears. "We're
ded. "And I say we find this Alyssa
ard on the outskirts of the city. The moment Dominic stepped
pped out of
oo many near-death experiences. Her dark brown hair was pulled back into a loose ponytail, a small cut visible on her
Hayes," she said, arms crossed.
spite himself. "I
"You gonna tell us why we
d of their car. "Volkov doesn't just want you dead he wants
tightened. "
gs. Volkov's been using him as bait, knowing you'd eventually tak
contracts offshore accounts being funneled into dummy corporat
nside," Alyssa said. "And when you're o
wasn't just being targeted fo
t Alyssa. "
"Because Volkov is responsible for the worst day of
s something in her eyes; pain, determination. W
how to read people, and in that
ke we have a comm
d. "Then let'
usting people outside his circle, and Alyssa wasn't used to worki
hey poured over intel, a strange ki
left to make a call
orporate bodyguard' type," Dom
offee. "That's because I'm not
eyebrow. "That sup
ying him. "Most people wo
ightly. "Most p
lated, hardened smile of a trained operative, but somethin
a second before he forced himself to look
wan was going to be a distractio
war, then war was e