A less muscular man’s neck would have broken. With another roar, he shook off her blow. He
came at her again, this time more cautiously. Circling right, Tessa kept her body between him andthe president. When the guy advanced, leading with a strong right punch to her face, Tessa blocked andcountered with multiple strikes to the knee and throat, softening him up before administering thedeath blow to the temple.
Tessa didn’t wait for his body to hit the ground before she scooped up her weapon, once againgrabbing the president. POTUS’s limo squealed to a stop beside them. Tessa opened the door,
shoved her charge into a prone position across the back seat.
Tessa slammed the door behind them and dived on top of her. “Go. Go. Go. Get us the hellout of here.”
The driver burned rubber, and the vehicle sped forward. Up ahead, a police siren blared. While
they might not have the entire PPD, presidential protective detail, with them, at least they weren’t
entirely alone, either.
Tessa released the breath she’d been holding and spoke through her microphone to the Deputy
Director, reporting a break in security
that left POTUS vulnerable to attack. “We don’t have the fullPPD.”
“Underst—” Her radio went dead.
. They were cut off from command. One thought came to mind and iced her blood.POTUS was now her responsibility alone. Tessa angled her head, peering over the seat and dash. Up front, a black and white led the way,lights on, sirens shrieking.Behind them, a tan sedan that was not part of their detail followed. When they changed lanes,
so did the sedan. “We’ve picked up a tail.”
She needed backu
p, but with her microphone dead, she couldn’t call her detail.
“Madame President, do you have a cell phone?”
She shook her head. “It was in my purse. I left it on the podium.” The president picked up thecar’s phone and frowned. “Dead.”
Tessa muttered. “Madam President, please strap on your seat belt.”
Damn. Damn. Damn. Tessa didn’t need her sweaty palms and ragged nerves to tell her that the
president had been purposely isolated. Made vulnerable.
“Speed up. Lose the tail,” Tessa ordered
the driver.He did the opposite, jamming on his breaks, bringing the car to a screeching halt on the
Oh My God
! Another betrayal.
At the sudden stop, the president yelped in surprise. The car’s momentum whiplashed Tessa
forward then back against the seat. Her hand smacked the door. She dropped her weapon, and it slidunder the seat. Ears ringing, vision blurred, she scrambled for her gun.
Tessa’s fingers closed on her weapon, but the chauffeur had his fully drawn. Cocked. Aimed at
the president.No way could the traitor miss.
Tessa didn’t hesitate. Muscles already contracted, she dived into the direct line of fire. At the
same time, she raised her gun. Too slow. Too late.