Password to Her Heart (The American Soldier Collection 9)

Her eyes locked on his gun as the other man, Guazipan, began to undo his pants. She shook with fear and Cuadrone fell to his knees, spread her thighs, and began to reach for the button on her shorts as he used his other hand to cup her breast and squeeze.

“No!” She screamed out and grabbed for the gun. Cuadrone grabbed for her throat and she fired the weapon at his chest. His eyes widened and Guazipan reached for his gun. She jerked as someone else shot him in the back of the head.

Looking at the doorway, she saw Keith.

“Keith!” she screamed out.

Cuadrone shoved his forearm to her throat, the gunshot wound not enough to kill the bastard. But then came the sound of more men entering the room, guns went off, and Keith fired back. Shawna pulled the trigger one, two, three times and shoved Cuadrone off of her. She looked for Keith and saw him and three men on the ground. Keith was bleeding, the other men appeared to be dead.

She crawled to him, grabbing his collar.

“Keith. Keith.”

He wouldn’t respond. She laid her head on his chest as the door burst open.

There stood two men in black, fully armed and huge in thickness and height. She reached for Keith’s gun.

“No, Shawna. We’re the good guys,” one of them yelled, but she pointed the gun at him, while the other one kept his straight on her. She could practically feel the red dot on her forehead as she locked gazes with an intimidating man in black and the large rifle pointed right at her. Her hand was shaking. But she didn’t pull the trigger.

Her hands shook, but she kept the gun on the man who knelt down and stared at her from behind the special gear he wore.

“Honey, we’re Keith’s team. He contacted us.”

She shook her head.

“Cubbyhole. Keith said the password was cubbyhole.”

The tears streamed down her face and she gasped as she lowered the gun and hugged Keith.

She felt the hand on her shoulder.

“Let me check him. I’m Lee, Keith’s friend. Behind me is Tiek.”

More gunfire could be heard beyond the room. There were explosions and then the one called Tiek placed his finger against his ear.

“Lee, we need to move. Is he alive?” Tiek asked.

“Just barely,” Lee said.

“You get her, I’ll get him,” Tiek stated and moved his gun to the side before reaching for Keith.

“Come on, Shawna, we’re getting out of here.” Lee reached for her hand and she looked at him. She was shaking so hard now.

The big guy lifted Keith up and over his shoulder like Keith was light as a feather.

Lee squeezed her hand, and then pulled her against his side. They came to the doorway, looked out, and made their way through the courtyard and away from the continued gunfire. It looked like a war zone. There were dead bodies everywhere. The thought that Keith’s team did all this to help to save him and her stirred something deep inside her heart. She owed them her life and her brother’s if he made it.

God, Keith, make it. I have no one if you die. No one.

“Get down!” Tiek yelled. Lee grabbed her and covered her as bullets ricocheted against the wall right above their heads. Bits of concrete showered over their heads and stung against her bare skin. She didn’t even care that she was only wearing her bra and shorts. She could die here. They all could.

“Fuck, that was too close for comfort. Now what?” Tiek asked.

Lee placed his finger against his ear. “Just wait five seconds.”

Shawna pressed against Lee, holding on to him for dear life as she wondered if she would survive. The scent of his cologne, the feel of hard body, masculine and capable, filled her senses. These men were Marines. They would save them.

A set of multiple shots rang through the air. Men yelled and screamed right before another explosion rocked the ground.