Chapter 419
Chapter 419:
“Get in!” Lucian ordered, yanking open the hatch.
“No p>
Skye grabbed a wrench from a workbench and swung.
Lucian caught her wrist easily. He twisted it. The wrench clattered to the floor.
He shoved her against the sub. Then he drew his gun, pressing the hot barrel to her temple.
“Get. In p>
The reinforced door to the hold bent inward with a screech of tearing metal.
Then it flew off its hinges.
Alistair stood in the ruin of the doorway, his rifle aimed at Lucian’s head. Behind him, Felix and two other operatives had their weapons trained.
Lucian spun Skye around, using her as a shield.
“Back off, Thorne!” Lucian screamed. “Or I’ll paint the sub with her brains p>
The standoff froze the room. The only sound was the water lapping in the moon pool and Skye’s ragged breathing.
Alistair looked at Skye. Her face was bruised, her lip bleeding, but her eyes… her eyes were fierce.
“Let her go, Lucian,” Alistair said, his voice deadly calm. “It’s over. Your ship is sinking. My men have the bridge p>
“I have the girl!” Lucian countered. “I walk, or she dies p>
“You aren’t walking anywhere,” Alistair said.
Skye caught Alistair’s eye. She blinked once. Slowly.
She shifted her weight.
Lucian adjusted his grip, distracted by the water rising in the pool below.
“Choose, Lucian,” Alistair said, stepping closer. “Die rich, or die now p>
“I choose…” Lucian started.
Skye stomped on Lucian’s instep with her heel—the only weapon she had left.
It wasn’t much, but it was enough.
Lucian flinched. The gun wavered for a fraction of a second.
𝘉r𝗼𝘸𝘴𝖾 𝖻у сa𝗍e𝘨or𝘆 𝗼𝗻 𝖻е𝗅𝗇𝗼𝘷𝖾𝗹ѕ.c𝗈m
Bang.
Alistair’s shot was perfect.
The bullet didn’t hit Lucian’s head. It hit his shoulder—his gun arm.
Lucian screamed, dropping the weapon.
Skye threw herself to the floor, rolling away.
“Now!” Alistair vaulted over the railing, dropping onto the deck below.
He tackled Lucian before the man could reach his gun.
The fight was brutal and short.
Alistair didn’t use technique. He used rage. He pounded Lucian’s face—once, twice, three times. The sound of bone cracking echoed through the hold.
“That’s for taking her,” Alistair snarled. Punch. “That’s for the dress.” Punch. “That’s for making her cry p>
“Sir!” Felix shouted. “The hull is breached! We need to go p>
Water was flooding the hold rapidly. The Poseidon groaned, tilting dangerously.
Alistair stopped. He stood, breathing hard, his knuckles split. Lucian lay unconscious, a bloody mess.
Alistair turned to Skye.
She was sitting on the floor, shaking.
He dropped to his knees in front of her. He didn’t say anything. He just pulled her into him.