Kill her at the very least. Likely in some incredibly nasty fashion.
Her small gun was in her jacket pocket. He hadn’t found it yet. He seemed more interested in grinding himself against her backside.
“I’ve been in prison for a while. It’s been so long since I had a woman.”
She just managed to not gag. Perhaps it had been better when they couldn’t communicate.
She saw the minute he walked into the sanctuary. Basil Champion moved like an elegant predator, every muscle streamlined with deadly grace. He wore a hat over his hair, his head down, but from her vantage point she could see the line of his jaw. It was him.
“Don’t try to call out.” The gun pressed hard against her spine.
Baz moved behind the big guy. Damon seemed to be talking to him, but he hadn’t turned around. He and Candice were still staring toward the altar. Jake turned her way, and she watched as his eyes went wide.
She shook her head slightly. He couldn’t come after her now. As calmly as she could, she nodded toward Damon.
Jake turned and started walking toward the front of the church, then turned again, moving toward her. Damn it. No one listened to her. Damon had told Jake to take care of her, and Jake would endanger the operation to help her. She’d seen Damon take Jake aside, and he’d probably given him a serious talk on what would happen if she died.
Why would he take such care of her and then threaten something so nasty? Had she overreacted? Had she allowed her heart to rule her head?
She should be brutally mad at him, but all she wanted was for Jake to leave her behind and back up Damon. Baz would likely keep her alive for a while, but he would kill Damon.
Jake stopped, obviously assessing the situation. Penny didn’t have time. She had to send Damon some help. Baz seemed to be talking to them. He leaned forward and the big guy stiffened as though he’d just realized the threat.
She heard Jake curse and his eyes flared as though to tell her to stay where she was. He turned and started toward Damon.
As if she was going to run away with a gun in her back. He needed to save Damon first and then he could come back for her.
Or she could try to get out of this on her own.
Her would-be kidnapper was watching the scene with a single-minded intensity. It was easy to slip her hand into her coat pocket.
“Stay still,” he said in guttural Finnish just as the big guy and Baz stood up. It looked like Baz was making his play.
Damon finally turned, and his eyes went straight for her. His expression didn’t change at all, but she could practically feel the panic pouring off him. He held a hand out and Jake stopped short of his goal.
Who was the big guy? A representative of Bennett? Baz seemed to want him so he had to be important.
She did her job, which was to stay quiet and show Damon just how fucked they all were. Except she didn’t think they were. Baz had likely been hiding somewhere in the chapel, but he had to take his hostage out the lobby door. He had to get both him and her out of here in order to get away and keep the upper hand.
A long scream split the air. “Help me!”
And he likely hadn’t counted on Candice causing a bit of chaos.
Her attacker dropped his hand for a moment as the crowd suddenly surged around them, and without a thought, she moved, bringing her foot down on his and firing into his body. Screams seemed to fill the small space and horror overtook her as she realized her attacker had fallen to the ground at her feet.
Blood began to run, pulsing from his thigh, and she watched as his eyes went from pain filled to completely blank. The acrid smell of smoke hit her nostrils. She’d fired through her coat and it was smoldering. She beat at it with her hands, putting it out as the crowd pushed her along.
Someone stumbled over the body and she caught the slightest glimpse of Jake trying to get to her.
“Get Damon!” She started Damon’s way. She needed to get to him. He didn’t have anyone with him. She couldn’t stand the thought that he was alone.
Jake rolled his eyes as he caught her around the middle and easily hefted her up. “Did you not hear him screaming for me to get you?” Jake started for the exits. “Nice shooting, sweetheart, but now we have to get you out of here and fast. The police are on their way and they’ll have surveillance tapes to work from.”
She tried to look around, but she couldn’t see Damon. Jake forced his way through the crowd, dragging her along. She didn’t have more than a second to think about the fact that she’d killed a man. His body was cooling not a hundred feet from her. Yes, he would have killed her. She wasn’t upset that he was dead, but being the instrument of it weighed on her.
Damon. She had to think about Damon. She couldn’t see him. The sun had come out and she had to cover her eyes as they adjusted to the outside light.
“We’re getting you to the van.” Jake nodded at Ian, who leapt down from his perch.
“Damon’s still in there along with our screaming reporter,” Jake said as he hauled her toward the van.
“I heard shots. How many dead?” Taggart asked.
“Just one. Penny got tagged but she showed him her claws,” Jake said. Up ahead, the van door opened.
Taggart grinned down at her. “Nice. I’ll get Knight. Take off if you need to. We’ll meet at the docks.”
He ran off. Even as Jake shoved her in the van, she looked back, desperate to see Damon walking out of that church.
It wasn’t Damon who ran out of the church first. The big guy shoved his way through the crowd. He hit the streets and started running.
Ian and Simon were going after Damon. He would be safe with them.
She couldn’t let their only link to Bennett disappear or it would all have been for nothing.
There was a thud as Candice threw herself in the car. “I can’t believe I panicked like that. Should I stay and talk to the police?”
Jake closed the van door. “Nope. We get back to the boat.”
“No.” Penny moved to the seat next to Charlotte and pointed out the window. “We have to get that man.”
Without even a hesitation, Charlotte gunned the engine and took off, a smile of anticipation on her face. “He’s a hulk. Who is he?”
Candice sniffled but seemed to be recovering. “He said his name was Carter. Brody Carter. Sounded Aussie from his accent. I think he’s Walter’s bodyguard. Walter didn’t show up.”
Charlotte made a sharp swerve to avoid traffic, keeping Carter’s figure in her sights.
“Shit.” Jake moved in between them, getting to his knees. “Why do I get left with the crazy chicks? Should I point out that our orders were to make for the docks and hook up with the rest of the team there?”
“You can certainly point it out all you like, but this is SIS’s mission and you’re a hired contractor, Mr. Dean. As the head of the SIS mission is currently not in contact with me, I believe I’m in charge,” Penny said primly. “Don’t lose him.”
“I’m not the one who’s going to get her ass smacked. And I am outnumbered unless Candy back there wants to help me take you both on.” Jake sighed a little.
Candice shook her head. “I’m pretty much terrified of everyone. But I would like to know where Walter is, and that man up there is the only one who can tell us. I think if we ask him to come with us, he might say no though.”
“I wasn’t intending to ask him.” She reached into her bag and pulled out a covered hypodermic needle. Damon had one as well. They had discussed it earlier and decided that if Bennett didn’t cooperate, they would drug him and bring him on the boat a different way, hence the cruise ship van they had liberated and the big storage box in the back. There was more than one way to get on a ship.
“You can’t kill him,” Candice protested.