Page 30 of Maddening Fixation

Not mine.

Not Sarah’s.

Keegan never eased off the accelerator.

The Bentley tore toward the gates at a reckless speed, the rest of the convoy thundering behind us.

The gates had only begun sliding open when the Bentley crashed through the entrance.

Iron rattled violently.

The impact echoed across the estate like distant thunder.

Behind us, the remaining convoy poured through in flawless formation.

Tires screamed across the long stone driveway. Engines roared between ancient oak trees.

Several expensive luxury cars parked outside the manor suddenly looked very small beside the black convoy.

Brakes hissed. Doors burst open.

More than a hundred men exited with disciplined precision.

Within seconds...

The manor stood surrounded.

The Flynn guards reacted instantly.

Weapons came up. Safety catches clicked.

Men shouted orders.

“Hold your positions!”

“Identify yourselves!”

“Who the hell—”

Then they saw the numbers.

One hundred against barely twenty.

Professionals against house guards.

Veterans against men who had grown comfortable protecting rich old gangsters.

Confidence evaporated.

Several guards exchanged nervous glances.

One swallowed hard enough for me to notice from inside the Bentley.

Another slowly lowered his rifle.

Then another.

No one wanted to be the first man to die tonight.