. . .when we last left, Wentworth had discovered that Gabby was in the mansion. . .Gabby kicked Wentworth in the gut and in response, Wentworth pulled out a gun. . .
The gunshot was loud.
. . .deafening, explosive. . .
Gabrielle dropped to the floor on her hands and knees, crawled to the double doors. Now the sonofabitch was shooting at her!
Gabrielle reached up, pushing the doors open. . .two bullets slammed into the left side of the door, shattering the teak, splinters of wood raining down upon her. Rolling across the marble floor into the gallery, she sprang to her feet and ran straight ahead into a hallway, and up a flight of stairs. . .
Halfway to the top, she realized she’d made the wrong move. . .the bullets had caused her to panic. . .she should have run to her left when she’d reached the gallery, and then headed back towards the foyer. . .
Now she was going back upstairs. . .damn it. . .!
And she couldn’t go back down. . .he was right behind her. . .
Wentworth pushed through the drawing room doors and ran into the hallway, wondering why she was headed back upstairs. . .why hadn’t she gone towards the front door. . .as he ran towards the stairway she’d just sprinted up, he wondered if Gabby might have a big surprise waiting for him at the top of the stairs. . .would there be a bullet waiting to hit him between his eyes, or a flaming Molotov cocktail tossed in his face. . .?
Quickly but, cautiously, he jogged up the steps, his nine millimeter leading the way. . .
At the top of the stairs, Gabrielle went down a hall to her right and into a bedroom.
There was a walkway that lead into the bathroom, and from the bathroom, glass doors opened out to the sun deck overlooking the pool in the courtyard below. . .
If she made it across the sun deck, there was a door leading into the dressing room of the master suite she could go into. . .and then she could head back downstairs. . .
As she opened the glass doors, she felt the absence of the nine millimeter against her ankle. . .she knew she should have brought it. . .
I won’t need this. . .
Went was following her. . .he would be in the bedroom in minutes. . .if she’d had the gun, all she would’ve had to do was hide in the closet and wait for him. . .a couple of rounds into his thigh would put him down long enough for to get the hell out of there. . .
But she’d told them she wouldn’t need it because. . .
He slumped to the floor, gasping, clawing at his chest.
The glass door shattered behind her. . .
Her scream was drowned out by the thunder. . .chunks of glass slammed against her back. . .a glass shard piercing the back of her neck. . .she ran. . .if she could make it across the sun deck. . .
“Stop!” Wentworth called out.
Shit! He didn’t want to shoot her. . .
But, he knew Gabby. . .she was a crazy, fearless bitch. She’d always been under the impression that she could outrun his bullets. . .
He took off after her, yelling at her to stop.
Gabrielle ran faster.
Did Went think she was crazy. . .that she would actually stop so it would be easier for him shove that gun in her mouth and blow her head off?
No fucking way. . .she was close now. . .she was close to the door that lead into the master suite dressing room. . .if she could get there –
Something heavy slammed into her, knocking the breath from her. . .and then she was tripping on something. . .losing her balance. . .falling. . .something was around her neck.
“Don’t move, Gabby!” he growled in her ear.
His forearm was around her, and they were falling. . .crashing to the ground. . .
Gabrielle fell on her side, her face hitting the stone, scraping the skin on the side of her face. . .the asshole still holding on to her. . .the lightning flashing. . .they rolled together across the sun deck. . .over, and on top of each other, under, and around each other. . .
Gabrielle fought, scratching and kicking, clawing at him, trying to get away, trying to break his hold. . .
Wentworth held on to her as if his life depended on it. . .
Damn, she was strong. . .he moved his head back, trying to avoid her hands as she scratched him, and slapped at his face. . .
“Stop moving!” He told her.
“Fuck you!” She spit in his face.
“Bitch!” Wentworth struggled on top of her, straddling her, slapping her hard, twice.
For a moment, she seemed stunned, and she stopped moving. . .
Wentworth stared down at her. . .the clouds had moved and the moon was visible, casting light across her face. . .her swollen, half-parted lips, her fierce deep, creamy chocolate eyes, blazing at him, her hair, wild and tousled. . .for an instant, he wasn’t sure if he wanted to shoot her, or fuck her. . .
She moved beneath him, the shock of his slaps wearing off, and Wentworth was suddenly, painfully aware of his erection. . .he was angry, annoyed. . .he should be controlling Gabby, demanding answers from her, making her tell him where the diamonds were and instead, he was getting aroused. . .
But. . .wasn’t that always his reaction whenever Gabby was around?
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