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“I want you in those cuffs. You’ll forget all about him when I’m making you scream, carving this knife into your flawless flesh. I can tell just by looking at you that you’ve got a low pain tolerance. I bet Daddy never let anyone hurt you before, which will make it even more fun for me to slice you up.”
“Someone…more guards will come when they hear me,” I say in a rush. “They’ll see the guards you…the guards you shot.”
“Anyone who tries to come through that door will get their head blown off. I’ve got more bullets than Loch has guards.” Gesturing to the bed with the gun he says, “Now quit stalling and get the fuck on the bed, Snow White. Convince me you’ll do what I say, so I won’t have to kill you too.”
No, I’ll just wish I were dead while he drags that blade across my skin. I bet he’ll keep the gun in his dominant right hand and the knife in the shaky left to do maximum damage.
“Wait,” I say, my head spinning as I try to figure out how to keep him talking until my dad shows up or guards get to the bedroom. Someone has to come! I have to believe that, or I’ll fall to pieces. “Will you tell me about the drones? The ones that came after me?”
“They were pre-programmed to the time and destination—your face. Once the first one found you outside, the rest were sent to kill you. I controlled them from the brothel.”
“That’s…that’s impressive,” I say to try and stroke his ego.
“Get up there on the bed and fasten your left wrist to the cuff. I’ll do the rest,” he orders me as he shrugs off the straps of his backpack.
Glancing at the closed and locked door, I consider screaming for help now. Would Flynn try to kill me for that? He’s already said he would kill anyone who tries to come into the room. I don’t want anyone’s death on my hands. So, with shaky hands of my own, I turn my back to Flynn to crawl up on the bed. While reaching for the cuff, I quickly remove the knife from my bra and free the blade with my other hand.
I can do this. I can protect myself and kill him if I have to in order to keep everyone else safe. I need my phone back to call Lochlan, and there’s only one way I’m going to get it back—over Flynn’s dead body.
“Hurry up,” he says from behind me, still having no clue that I’m armed. Lochlan’s naughty little switchblade going up against Flynn’s gun and giant blade. The odds are horrible, but it’s all I have. “You better have that cuff fastened before I get my dick out.”
Yes, Flynn. Pull your dick out. That’s the first place I’ll aim because I refuse to let it anywhere near my body.
42
Lochlan
The smoke from the guard house fire could be seen for miles.
Firetrucks had already arrived when the SUV skids to a stop at the front of the house. Two guards lie dead at the doorway right where I left them standing earlier. There’s not a gun to be found in either of their hands, as if they were ambushed by someone they thought wasn’t a threat.
And inside, the house is way too quiet. Or it was until I hear the screams coming from upstairs sending me running toward the staircase as fast as my legs will go because it sounded like Sophie. If she’s screaming she’s still alive which is a relief, but I’m terrified to find out what he’s doing to make her scream like that. And why it sounds like it was coming from the direction of my bedroom.
There’s blood splattered all over the foyer, a trail of it leading up the stairs.
“Jesus,” I mutter at the scene before me as Wolfe and Wade run past me. I knew shit was bad when I saw the blood loss, but I still wasn’t prepared to see Toni and Lena lying on the staircase. That’s when I realize that the stains were left behind by them. Both are severely injured, but still trying to get up the flight of stairs to Sophie.
“Help…coming,” Lena says as I approach her. She’s holding a phone in her left hand and gun in the right that’s hanging awkwardly. I feel like I’m in a nightmare. Lena’s a sharpshooter with a hell of a shot. If Flynn took her down, Sophie won’t stand a chance. Wolfe’s jacket is shrugged off, and he’s kneeling down, pressing it to Lena’s abdomen while Wade tends to Toni who is thankfully also moving.
“Nine-one-one?” I ask as I remove her fingers from the gun in her hand and make sure the safety is off and there’s a bullet in the chamber. There’s another scream, making my heart drop to my stomach.
“Yes. Go,” Lena urges me on.
“Loch wait!” Wolfe calls out, using my first name in his urgency to stop me.
“I’ve got this, stay with them!” I call back to him, then hear his footsteps and Wade’s following me to the bedroom despite my orders. It barely registers at the same time my phone is ringing from somewhere on my body.
I try the doorknob first which is locked. I consider shooting it open, but if Sophie’s on the other side trying to escape, I could hit her. Lena’s gun at the ready in my hand, I lift my foot, slamming my heel into the wood near the knob to punch through. As soon as I’m inside, I lift my gun to aim it at Flynn just as he lets out another shrill scream.
“Jesus Christ,” Wolfe mutters when he shoulders past me.
Neither Flynn nor Sophie seem to notice we’re in the room pointing the muzzles of our guns at the son of a bitch. He’s too busy writhing around the floor in a puddle of blood. Rolling from side to side, he screeches at the top of his lungs. His bloody hands are clutching at the gushing coming from his crotch.
Realizing it was him screaming and not Sophie, that he’s no longer a threat, I turn my attention to my wife. She’s kneeling on the bed in her cotton shorts and tee, her back to the door, holding a bloody knife in her left hand, my knife, and a gun that must be Flynn’s pointed at the fucker as if ready to strike him again if necessary. Her phone is lying on the mattress in front of her, the screen lit up like…she was calling me. There’s blood on the device and the torn bedding like she used her thumb or knuckles to dial while refusing to put down the dripping knife.
I quickly search her body for injuries as I continue listening to my voicemail message coming from the phone. Other than Sophie’s hands, there’s a light splatter of crimson on her arms, but that’s it. She’s looks miraculously unharmed.
“Princess,” I say in relief. Her head finally turns toward the door as if she hadn’t heard us bust through because Flynn was screaming so loudly.
