“Because he and his idiot friends don’t know the first thing about being a team. They left those guys behind. They stood there while their friends died. Just so you know what you’re dating—a fucking coward.”

“What are you talking about?” I ask as I move a little to the right. My leg is screaming out in pain, but I keep my focus on Charlie.

“I stood by for years trying to get over it. I got out of the Navy, thought maybe if I was around you three I would see the leadership he saw. But all I see are three assholes who are living while he isn’t.” Erik pushes the gun forward. It propels Charlie in front of me. The coward stands behind her, forcing me to observe her face.

I’m going to break his hand and every bone in his body. My jaw clenches and my fist balls. I’m one second away from losing it. “I swear if you hurt—” I start to say but she stops me with her eyes.

“Mark,” she whispers. “It’s okay.”

“No, it’s not okay.” I see the tears forming in her eyes as she stares back at me. I have to fix this.

“If you had only done what you were trained to do! If you’d saved your entire team, none of this would be happening!” Erik yells.

“Are you talking about the mission with Brian, Devon, and Fernando?” I’m trying to draw a correlation.

He laughs and pushes her even closer to me. “The mission where Fernando was killed. The mission where you took everything that ever mattered in my life and destroyed it.”

I must be high from the pain medication because I swear he makes no sense. Fernando was married with a kid. “Erik, I’ve had a really shitty few weeks. Now you’ve got a gun to my girlfriend’s head, so spare me the fucking dramatics. Be a man and tell me what has you so fucked up that you’d go to this length.”

“Just like you guys . . .” He glances away, and I scoot closer to Charlie. I could grab her, but before I can, he grips her shoulder. Her face contorts with pain, but she remains completely quiet. I see red. He hurt her, and I don’t give a fuck what his reason is . . . he’s dead. “You only see what you want to see. Everyone saw past the truth. No one saw how much I loved him. How much he loved me. No, you were too self-absorbed to witness the truth.”

“Truth? You mean you and Fernando? Were together?” His grip tightens and a tear falls from her blue eyes. “Let her go. This is between us.”

Erik releases Charlie and points the gun at my head. I yank her good arm and throw her behind me. “You’re right. This is all your fault. Jackson, Aaron, and you are all the reason my life ended.”

“So, you decided to go on some revenge mission? You need to put the fucking gun down before you can’t get out of this situation. You’re not this guy.”

His eyes narrow. “I’m exactly this guy. I’m doing this for Fernando. I’m going to make his killers pay.”

Jesus Christ, this is insane. “You weren’t the only one who lost Fernando that day. He was my brother too. I carried his body. I wore his blood and fought to save him. No one let him die.”

“You did!” he yells out, wearing rage across his face. “You all did!”

I know how it feels to think you lost someone you love. Not even two days ago, I thought Charlie was gone. I felt there was nothing left that mattered. I was willing to lose my own life because a world without her held nothing. My life went dull, lifeless, and empty.

I also understand revenge, because if someone killed her, I’d be counting bodies too. This is going to come down to him or me.

“You have a choice here, Erik.” I back up and push Charlie farther behind me. “You can turn around, walk out of here, and go get help. I understand you’re hurting. I didn’t know you loved Fernando like that. None of us knew. Hurting Jackson, Aaron, and me won’t bring him back. It won’t make this right.” I try to push her closer to the door so she can get inside. If he shoots anyone, it won’t be my pregnant girlfriend. “Or you can be prepared for what could happen if you choose wrong, because I can’t let you kill me or Charlie.”

He lets out a maniacal laugh. “I started this and I’ll finish it. Each of you cowards were supposed to die. But I failed each time, until now.”

Charlie taps on my back. Erik moves forward, and I realize she’s telling me something in Morse code. I have to focus since it’s been forever since I’ve used it: Gun on table.

Well, that’s great, but we’re not close to the table. However, if we can get her inside, it could work.

I reach behind me and tap on her leg: Go on three.

That’s all I can do. That, and keep him off-kilter. “I can assure you that this won’t happen the way you think. I didn’t survive the fucking hell your father put me through to let you kill me.” I let him think I’m at the end of my rope. I have to play with his mind a little.

Erik points his gun right at my forehead. His anger is defined in his eyes. “You deserve to die the same way he did.”

“How does that make it right?” I ask. I must try to keep him talking. We circle a little, and I maneuver Charlie so she can reach the doorknob. The gun sits right there. If she can open the door, we might have a chance.

Erik closes his eyes, and I use this moment to push Charlie back. She has one shot to get the door open and grab the gun. Or I die.

His demeanor shifts as he starts talking. “I did this because I couldn’t take the pain. Then I saw how you struggled when one of you were hurt. It wasn’t even close to what I was feeling.”

“Do you really think I’ll stand by and let you do this? Do you think you’ll be able to kill us and no one will know?” I’m grasping at straws, but I only need another minute.

Charlie taps my back: Ready.

She’s in position, but this could go so wrong so fast. No matter what, I’ll shield her. If anyone is going to pay for this, it’ll be me. I love her more than my own life, more than anything in this world. She won’t pay for my sins.

I place my hand against her leg and tap.

One.

Two.

Three.

Charlie

I’ve always wished I had a superpower. It would be such a valuable asset for a spy. There was the idea of course, of being bulletproof, but I never thought that was relevant for me since spies aren’t supposed to be seen. I checked that off. Then I considered invisibility—another great power—but I can already make myself practically disappear. In retrospect, it might have helped. So would the lead suit, for that matter. What I always really wanted was the ability to suspend time. Such a cool trick. To stop the movement of life. Be able to fix what you wanted and then start it up as if it never happened.

However, I’m mortal.

I’m human.

I’m not a superhero.

One.

Two.

Three.

I spin, throw the door open, and reach for the gun. It all happens in a split second. I’m thrown to the ground and Mark rushes to cover me. Always protecting me, giving me his body as a shield.

This is love. He’s the guy who will take the bullet. The man I’ve dreamt of being with.

“Mark!” I scream with the gun in my hand. I lift it, but a shot fires before I can get one off.