Just One Touch (Slow Burn #5)(6)

"Good idea," Isaac murmured. "But tell him to watch his six. There was more than one. Shots were fired from at least three different sources."

"He'll take care of it," Dex said confidently. "I'm more concerned about your condition."

"I'm fine," Isaac insisted. "Just don't like being a sitting duck."

"We'll have you out of here in no time. Just relax and keep your guard up. Zeke and I have you covered and Shadow will take care of any remaining threat."

But what worried Isaac was that he hadn't been the target. His thoughts froze. Or . . . Maybe he had been? The shots hadn't been aimed at the woman. Not a single bullet had hit the vehicle she was closest to, while he, on the other hand, was lucky he still had his balls. This hadn't been about him at all, nor was it a random shooting by rank amateurs. It had been an intended abduction resulting in collateral damage-almost. They wanted him dead and her alive. At least only one of the results they'd wanted had been accomplished.

Either way the mysterious angel was in serious trouble, and he'd be damned if he left her helpless and running from the assholes who'd made it clear they didn't play nice. He had no idea what they wanted with her, but even as he contemplated the reasons why, he rubbed a hand over his chest-his completely healed chest that showed no sign of the very real kill shot. His unmarred chest gave him a pretty damn good idea why a bunch of damn assassins had her on the run and terrified out of her mind.

If her abilities were known-and he'd bet his last dollar that someone knew about her miraculous gift-they wanted it. There were any number of factions that would stop at nothing to have her under their thumb.

Fuck that.

She'd saved his life. And even if she hadn't, after one look at the bruised and bloodied, fragile slip of a woman, there was no way in hell he wouldn't move heaven and earth to make damn sure she was protected at all times. This was personal. This wasn't a DSS mission where she'd be assigned to a team or another man. She was his to protect. And if Caleb, Beau or Dane had a problem with that, then they could go to hell. He'd hand in his resignation and take on the job himself.

"What the fuck?" Zeke roared as he and Dex appeared in front of Isaac. "You said you hadn't taken a hit. Jesus fuck, there's blood everywhere. You need an ambulance and to get to the hospital now."

Isaac sighed and then simply pulled away the blood-soaked shirt so they could see the unmarred flesh of his skin.

"Look, guys, I know what it looks like but if I told you what happened, even with the shit you've been exposed to working for DSS, you'd likely haul my ass to a psych ward."

"Try us," Dex said calmly.

Isaac blew out his breath and then related the entire story, from the time he saw his door open to when he took a mortal shot to the chest and was miraculously healed by the mystery woman.



       
         
       
        

To their credit, the only response they displayed was a rise in their brows.

"So you just let her go? Without protection? So those assholes get another shot at her?" Zeke asked in disbelief.

"I made her take my ride," Isaac snapped, glaring at Zeke. "I wasn't in a position to protect myself, much less her, and I couldn't justify such a huge risk to her when I knew my backup would be here within minutes."

Shadow appeared seemingly from nowhere, but his scowl indicated he'd been privy to the entire explanation. Which was just as well, since Isaac really didn't want to rehash it.

"And that helps her how?" Zeke asked in a persistent tone.

Isaac shook his head at how slow on the uptake Zeke was. And reinforced his glare, his nostrils flaring in irritation. "She took my company vehicle."

Realization flickered in his teammate's eyes.

"You going after her?" Shadow asked, drawing Isaac's ire from Zeke and right on himself.

"What the fuck kind of question is that?" Isaac snarled.

"Okay, so when do we go after her?" Dex questioned.

"Now," Isaac said impatiently. "Hell, it didn't even look like she knew how to drive, so it's not like it'll be that hard to tail her. While we're wasting time here rehashing shit that can wait, they could be on her even now."

Zeke gave him a concerned look. "Shouldn't you go to the ER or at least the private clinic used by DSS just to get you checked out?"

"And tell them what exactly," Isaac said his patience fraying precariously. "That I was shot in the chest, heart and lung hit? Bled like a stuck pig and I felt myself dying and oh, by the way, my mystery woman laid hands on me and healed me? I felt the damage being repaired from the inside out. Trust me. If a doctor examined me, he'd find no evidence of a gunshot wound."