OLIVIA
Then I heard a war cry that was filled with part
fear and part fury. Luke ran into the room and hit
Santos at full force. My heart slammed against the
wall of my chest, and my lungs squeezed as the men
scuffled.
Santos connected a fist to Luke's jaw. Luke
returned the favor by punching Santos in the gut
and followed that with an uppercut to the chin.
I fumbled the .45 around until the grip rested in
my palm, and my finger was on the trigger guard.
Luke's body tangled with Santos. I stood, waiting for
my moment. When Luke separated from Santos, I
would shoot the murdering son-of-a-bitch.
Luke managed to restrain Santos with an arm
around the man's thick neck. I aimed the gun at
Santos's chest.
"It's over," she said. "You're going to prison,
asshole."
Santos laughed, but the sound was choked off as
Luke squeezed harder.
I saw movement by Santos's leg. Then he thrust
his hand backward into Luke's thigh.
Luke cried out and released Santos, who turned
