Chapter 71: The Exchange, Part 3
Tristan had his eyes on his side-view mirror and the other masked person who crept up alongside his truck. He did nothing when he felt the gun at his temple but he was too angry to be afraid. The need to fight reverberated through his entire body but Tristan pushed it down. He knew he had to stay composed until he had Cianne safe. He slowly removed his keys from the ignition and let them dangle from his fingers while raising his other hand for the gunman to see.
The darkly dressed figure who stood in front of the truck moved toward them with another gun raised. "Get out," the approaching gunman ordered. "I thought I told you to come alone."
"She's my bodyguard," Tristan said. He smiled bitterly as he got out of the truck. He felt a jarring pain as the butt of the gun connected with the back of his head. He stumbled forward but held onto the door of his truck to keep on his feet.
"Please," Zeta begged in an innocent tone.