Page 75 of Daddy's Obsession


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“Hey, you!” she calls after me. “I’m talking to you!”

Double shit.

“Two minutes, Rocky.”

“Yeah, yeah,” I grumble. The staircase is in my line of sight. Now how the fuck am I supposed to lose Cassandra? I’m running out of runway. I desperately hope I don’t have to knock a bitch out because I’m definitely not in the mood to risk breaking my hand. They’re too important to the mission.

“Excuse me!” Cassandra shouts, indignant. “Where do you think you’re go—Ack!”

I turn just in time to see a massive, hulking arm wrap around the front of the woman’s throat. It happens so fast my brain doesn’t have time to contemplate that I recognize the massive, hulking arm. Cassandra passes out from lack of oxygen as Gabriel quickly drags her into a nearby room, out of sight. He exits quickly, shutting the door behind him before locking eyes with me.

“Rocky—”

Triple shit.

“Sixty seconds,” Anders says in my ear. I can hear loud, angry shouting in the background of the feed. I’m pretty sure Klaus and Anders just locked themselves in the security booth. It’s only a matter of time before the rest of the security team realizes something’s up.

I turn on my heels and book it. Not good, not good,not good. I thought I calculated his dose of sleep aids correctly, but it seems my handsome French traitor recovered faster than I anticipated.

I all but fling myself down the several flights of stairs, the air getting colder and colder as I descend into the deep earth. My breath comes out as silver puffs, goosebumps trailing along my skin as my lungs burn with the heat of a million suns. Gabriel is right behind me and catching up quickly. Damn him and his long legs.

“Rocky,” he snaps. “Wait!”

“Get the fuck away from me,” I hiss as we run.

“I can explain—”

I can feel him right behind me. My fight or flight instincts kick in when his hand lands on my shoulder. Whipping around, I drive my elbow toward his head. My hit doesn’t land, but I don’t expect it to. Going toe-to-toe with Gabriel isn’t a good idea, but I’m so fucking angry at him that I don’t care. He blocks me with ease, but he doesn’t attempt to hit me back. With one mighty shove, I manage to knock him down. He lands —hard— and I can’t help but wince.

I don’t want to hurt him. He’s come to mean so much to me. I allowed myself to care about the bastard, but this is how he wants to repay me? If I weren’t so concerned about getting out of here alive, I’d spend my time crying and piecing together the shards of my broken heart. I’ve never felt more hollow, more gutted.

“Rocky, just let metalk—”

“Fuck you.”

I keep running, leaving him on the steps to pick himself up again. I make it to the bottom floor and spot the vault straight ahead as Anders announces, “Fifteen seconds, Rocky. Get ready to run past those lasers. You’ll have sixty seconds to get in and out of that vault.”

Taking a deep breath, I will my hands to stop shaking. I can do this. I can totally fucking do this.

Klaus counts me down. “Here we go. Three… Two… One!”

The lights go out. The whole castle must be without power because some of the guests upstairs scream and gasp in surprise. There’s confused yelling, panicked voices. I don’t stick around to listen.

I dash forward, racing toward the vault door like a sprinter to the finish line. I don’t even have time to breathe a sigh of relief when I’m not immediately torn to shreds. The lasers are off —thank God— but not for long.

“Make it snappy, Rocky!” Anders shouts over our radio frequency. I can hear someone banging on the security booth door, yelling furiously. Klaus and Anders are going to have to hold their own until I can make it out.

With way too much momentum behind me, I slam my body against the vault door. It fucking hurts, but there’s no time to wallow in my pain. There’s only time to do my job.

I get to work cracking the top combination lock, spinning the wheel right then left and then right again. My weeks of training on my smaller, scaled down model prove super effective. I have the first one figured out in sub-fifteen seconds.

I’m about to move onto the second lock when I hear a kerfuffle behind me. There’s shouting, grunting, the crack of knuckles against skulls and the cold, hard bite of a gun hammer being pulled back. I know I shouldn’t waste my precious time, but I dare to chance a look over my shoulder.

Four guards surround Gabriel, trying —and failing— to grapple him to the ground.

Worry claws at my throat. I can’t breathe. I need to get this stupid vault door open, but there’s no way Gabriel can handle them all on his own. The guard with the gun aims, itchy finger ready to squeeze the trigger.

I have a choice to make. I can either turn my back on him and get back to work…

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