I pursed my lips and nodded. “I guess I’m flattered that my pussy means that much to you.”
“Don’t be. It’s a convenient hole.”
What was I thinking earlier? Fucking bastard.
Smacking a psycho killer across the face hard was probably not advisable, no matter how much he deserved it. Seeing as I didn’t want to be a rotting corpse in the desert, I swallowed the urge and got out of the car.
It was about fifty feet to the nearest door, and Six’s cautious steps were somehow creepy and sexy at the same time. He put his head up to the door, and when he didn’t hear anything, turned the handle and pulled it open.
It creaked, echoing off the metal walls and up the stairwell that we walked in to.
It was a little odd walking right into a staircase instead of a room like I expected, but it was probably just the door we chose.
Each step up the metal grate stairs was a soft clang, making more noise than I felt comfortable with.
Reaching the second story platform, Six reached for the handle, but it wouldn’t turn. He didn’t say anything, just continued up the next flight of stairs.
Same thing.
Looking up through the railings, there were at least three more possibilities before we had to retreat back down. Luckily, third was a charm, the handle clicking.
He pulled the door open a tiny bit and listened. When I assumed he heard nothing, he slowly opened the door and glanced out.
My senses were on full alert as we passed through the doorway into the hall. Listening, looking, feeling for anyone.
Six pulled one of his guns out and held it at his side as we moved through the hall, checking doors as we went. Finally, one opened up into a large room filled with conveyor belts and other large equipment.
Maneuvering through it all was tricky and hot. The temperature seemed to be rising as we moved around, making our way to the other side.
Six stopped a few feet from one of the doors, and I almost ran in to him.
“What?” I asked.
His head was tilted, a serious expression on his face as he listened to something I couldn’t hear or decipher over the machines in the room.
“Fuck.”
“Six?”
Before he could respond, one of the other doors opened and a team of men in what looked like S.W.A.T. gear came rushing in.
Shit!
“Run!” he yelled with a push on my back.
Gunfire, followed by the ping of bullets ricocheting around had my arms flying up around my head and my eyes fighting to close. One foot in front of the other, flight response adrenaline propelled me down the hall, blood thumping in my veins.
Fingers wrapped around my arm and yanked me, pulling me down another hall. We slipped between two large crates and through a door. There were empty desks and miscellaneous furniture stacked, filling the room.
I leaned against one to catch my breath, my heart hammering in my chest. All the fears I had made sense. There were half a dozen guys shooting at us, and the only protection I had was a thin layer of cotton.
“Shit,” Six cursed.
“Who are they?” I asked, still listening at the door for any signs that they were headed our way.
He moved around the room, looking for something. Probably another way out, but being a storage room, I doubted he would find one. Though, there were some large panel glass windows which overlooked the outside.
“Not friendlies.”
I rolled my eyes. “That’s a duh. What gave it away?”
“Lacey.” His voice held that edge of warning.
I canned my sarcasm. “What are we going to do?”
His jaw ticked, teeth grinding. There was a lack of control of the situation, but I was certain he could handle it.
“There’s a fire escape.” He didn’t seem to be talking to me, but to himself.
“With a building this big, there better be.”
His eyes narrowed on me. “Normally I don’t have baggage to carry around.”
“Cattle. Baggage. Yeah, I know, I’m a burden.” One step forward, two steps back. “If you’d give me one of your guns, maybe I wouldn’t be such a hindrance. I could help, you know.”
“By shooting me?”
“Really?” I threw my hands up in the air. “We’re being chased by half a dozen lunatics with Uzis. I don’t stand a chance against them, and I highly doubt they’d help me out. Plus, I’ve somehow grown kinda fond of your psychotic ass. Especially when being shot at by other people.”
He stared at me with that emotionless expression while he contemplated what I said. “It is a nice ass.”
I rolled my eyes. “Gun for some head?”
“I’ll get head from you anytime I want.” Reaching behind him, he pulled out a gun and presented it to me, grip first. “There are seventeen rounds. Make them count by actually hitting something and not me.”
There was a surprising heft about the metal in my hand. Probably about two pounds.
It was the first time I’d held one, and there was a wave of fear and excitement that moved through me. In my hand was a match for the gun he constantly pointed at me.
“Where’s the safety?”
Six’s brow scrunched up and he let out a chuckle. “There’s no safety.”