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Hannah’s.
    “Fuck,” Dani jumped, bumping into one of the Rangers and eliciting an annoyed grunt.
    Hannah shook her head. The uptight Hollywood wolf could be a total badass one second and a cowering pussycat the next.
    Rain’s voice came over the speaker. “Bravo team, what’s your twenty?”
    “At the house. Half the upstairs has been blown away by the bomb.”
    “And Rossi?”
    “We haven’t seen him yet, Commander.”
    “Someone is close,” Viper warned.
    Duke nodded and pointed toward the staircase ahead filled with rubble, likely from one of the charges Vadik and Andrea had set.
    Everyone moved back beneath the cover of the lower walk.
    Duke and the other Rangers led point.
    A lone heartbeat filtered through the tension from an above level. It wasn’t one of theirs. This heartbeat pounded from exertion.
    Movement from the level above caught her attention, and she paused as her gaze met that of a man.
    His brown skin glistened under the soft glow bathing the open area of the villa. Brawny muscles were smeared with dirt and grime. A narrow metallic collar encircled his throat, and wild shaggy hair fell to below his shoulders. His long unkempt beard made him look even more like a wild man.
    “Freeze,” Duke’s voice thundered from just ahead of her. “Put your hands up.”
    “He’s not a hostile,” Hannah whispered, taking a step forward.
    “Hannah,” Viper hissed, using her name like a command.
    A growl rumbled in the stranger’s chest and his honey-brown eyes glowed gold with a fury that made her seriously hesitate to take another step forward. That and Viper’s order to stay behind him.
    “Who’s there?” he yelled in Spanish.
    “We’re here to help,” she spoke out in broken Spanish, stepping to Viper’s side. She’d learned more than enough to get by living in Choaca, but right now at this very moment her mind was drawing blanks in every direction.
    “Who are you?” the nearly naked man bellowed.
    Viper snarled, raising his weapon and moving his body to block the stranger’s view of Hannah.
    She stared at her mate’s broad back for a second before ducking around him again. “He doesn’t have a weapon. He’s not a hostile. He looks like a prisoner.” Hannah evaded Viper’s grasping hand this time and took a few more steps toward the staircase. “We came to help. It’s okay. You’re safe now.” She moved quickly, ignoring the under-the-breath cursing from the other Rangers, including Viper.
    She couldn’t just let them shoot an unarmed man. They were here to rescue people, and her doctor’s instinct said this man needed help. Not handcuffs.
    He focused his heated gaze on her, and narrowed his eyes. His voice was cold and deadly. “No one is safe until my father is dead.”

Chapter Five
    V iper’s heart thudded as Hannah kept walking up the stairs toward the dirty, wild-looking dude in a loincloth. “Who the hell is his father?” he said in a low voice to Duke, who stood beside him, gun similarly raised.
    With four M4’s leveled at his head, Tarzan should’ve been scared, but he had a slight round to his back, and he leaned forward, like he might pounce at any moment.
    Dammit, Hannah. Get the hell away from him .
    “Who’s your father?” she said, her hands out.
    Her body was fully in front of the hostile, and Viper couldn’t get a clean shot off. It’d only take a second to pull out his much more accurate, much more lethal M9 pistol hanging on the back of his belt.
    Could he reach it and pull the trigger before Hannah was all the way in front of the guy?
    Probably not.
    “Adrian Rossi,” Tarzan said.
    He was on the stairs behind Hannah before the man had finished the last syllable. He grabbed her arm and pulled, hard. “Stop, Hannah.”
    “No. I’m not going to let you kill him.” She wrenched away from his grip. “Get off me.”
    “It’s Rossi’s son, okay? We need to neutralize him.”
    “Leave her alone, asswipe,” called out the blond civilian