Chapter 266

IT TOOK EVERYTHING IN Marco to not rush down the stairs. One wrong move and Scott could end Fiona before Marco got to her. He couldn't shoot Scott. In such a small space a bullet could easily ricochet and hit Fiona. Marco wasn't willing to risk her like that.

He'd almost arrived too late...

Fiona turned her head toward him and her lips moved.

Marco nearly missed the next step.

Hang in there, Fiona...

His foot landed too-hard on the next stair. It squeaked, louder than Fiona's whispers or Scott's neurotic mutterings.

Shit.

Scott let go of Fiona and whirled, a gun already in hand.

"You!" Scott bellowed.

Marco dove down the stairs, ducking and rolling.

The gun went off, the sound reverberating in the concrete space. There was nowhere to hide, nothing to get behind, but at least Scott was a shitty shot.

Scott took another shot and another. Chunks of concrete flew up from where he hit the walls and the foundation. Marco's ears rang, but he wasn't hit. At least not that he felt.