Hi guys, here's an excerpt from my current novel Not yet titled
Fuck. Mac stopped dead at the top of the stairs. Well, he’d found Ricky Stevenson and the man held a hostage.
The young blonde teenager Stevenson used as a shield, held a fucking puppy between his knees. Ducking back around the corner, keeping out of sight, Mac thunked his head against the wall before shouting, “Stevenson, give it up! Drop your gun and let the kid go.” With his arms bent, gun angled upward, Mac waited, weighing his options.
“What do we have,” FBI agent Kane Quintana whispered, easing up beside him.
“One shooter, Stevenson with one hostage, a teenager and… a puppy,” Mac murmured.
“A puppy?” Kane blinked.
“Yup,” Mac nodded, his mind racing for the best possible outcome. Mac’s gut told him that the drug dealer wouldn’t hesitate to kill the kid if it would save his own ass, and Mac would bet the odds that Ricky Stevenson wasn’t going down without a fight.
“Give it up Stevenson, there’s no way out,” Mac shouted again.
Risking another quick glance, this time Mac was able to see the right side of the teenager’s swollen face and a trickle of blood seeping from the corner of his mouth. Soft golden brown eyes, surrounded by the thickest set of lashes, met his gaze and Mac tried to convey assurance. Fear filled the eyes staring back, the dark depths holding a resignation, as if he’d lived to long in this hell hole and had given up all hope.
Like hell, not on Mac’s watch.
(c) 2017 Reese Knightley Author