The Viper by Velvet Vaughn

Author:Velvet Vaughn
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: romance, romantic suspense, romance ebook, romance series, romantic suspense series, romance and suspense, romantic suspense novel, suspense and romance, romantic suspense ebook, romance and suspense series
Publisher: Velvet Vaughn

Chapter Twelve

Kellan shielded Annabelle while Ethan dove for their discarded guns. He surged up with one in each hand pointed at Thompkins, whose pistol was still aimed at Bixby. Then Thompkins turned to face them and lifted his hands in the air.

“I’m not going to shoot you,” he insisted. “Just that bastard Bixby. God, I’ve wanted to do that for a hell of a long time.”

“Damn,” Ethan uttered, staring at Bixby’s corpse. “You Mozambiqued him.”

“He did what?” Annabelle lifted her head from Kellan’s chest and tried to glance over his shoulder, but he blocked her view. She didn’t need to see the carnage. Headshots up close and personal weren’t pretty, especially the exit wounds.

She blinked up at him. “What does that mean?”

He winced. She was so sweet and beautiful. She shouldn’t be touched by the evil of the world. “It’s called the Mozambique Drill or the Failure Drill,” Kellan explained. “Two shots to the torso, followed by one to the head.” The technique was intended to ensure the target would be stopped immediately by a double tap to the larger area of the torso followed by the more precise shot to the head.

“Is he really dead?”

“Yeah, honey, he is.” He hugged her tighter, a shiver racking her body and he realized she was half naked. Easing back, he whipped off his t-shirt and settled it over her head. It sported a nice round hole where Bixby’s bullet penetrated, but it would cover her better than her ripped top. She released him long enough to slide her arms in the sleeves and then they were back around him but she suddenly froze. He glanced down to see her gaze locked on his chest—or more precisely, on the round brass shell embedded in his Kevlar vest. Her fingertips ghosted over the bullet.

“I saw Bixby shoot you. I-I thought you were dead. What if you hadn’t been wearing this?” Her hand flattened over the spot. “It would’ve pierced your heart.”

He trapped her hand against his chest with his. “Don’t borrow trouble, babe. I was wearing it. The bullet didn’t hurt me.” Much.

Her gaze met his, tears shimmering in the beautiful blue depths, and his eyes narrowed dangerously. How the hell hadn’t he noticed it sooner? Her perfect alabaster skin was marred with a deep red mark, the delicate area around her eye swelling. “He hit you?” he ground out through teeth clenched so hard, he was sure to crack the enamel.

“It’s nothing,” she downplayed.

“Ethan, start CPR on Bixby,” he said without taking his eyes from the grotesque bruise.

“Why the hell would I want to do that?” Ethan’s tone was incredulous.

“So I can kill him again,” he growled, fury like nothing he’d ever felt before consuming him. That bastard had dared to put his hands on Kellan’s woman. The fact he considered Annabelle his was something he’d have to process and deal with later. Right now, all he could focus on was revenge. Death wasn’t good enough. He wanted to make the man pay. Slowly.

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