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I fling the door open and almost shit myself when I see Taylor standing in the hallway with a gun pointed right at me.
“Oh, fuck, it’s you,” she says, lowering her gun.
I slam the door behind me and slide the bolt lock into place. “What the fuck are you doing out here? I told you to stay in the bedroom. And where did you get that gun?”
“Guns are everywhere in this house,” she replies with a shrug. “Plus, I wasn’t about to hide like a pussy. I’m prepared to fight.”
I take her by the arm and lead her toward the stairs. “I’m glad, because I think we might have to.”
“Why? Don’t you have guards?”
“They ran like little fucking cockroaches the minute they heard that police siren. But get this, the police aren’t the real problem. They were stranded here by our friends from The Red Council.”
“The terrorist group?!”
“Unfortunately, yes,” I reply. “But that might be better than having the police after us. “I’d lose this whole island if I ran into trouble with them. It just depends on how many guys they brought, and how well you’re able to shoot.”
“I’ve never shot a gun before,” she admits.
“Aim and pull the trigger. That’s all there is to it.”
I practically drag Taylor up the stairs to the second floor as she struggles to wrap her head around what’s happening. I wanted to keep her away from this mess, but it feels like the further I go, the closer it all gets. We would’ve been safer staying at the house where all my men are stationed.
But now isn’t the time for regrets. It’s the time for action, and as I pull Taylor into an upstairs bedroom and barricade the door, I feel a rush of energy that’s so close to excitement, it’s scary. I’m afraid to admit to myself that I love the thrill that comes with fighting.
If I didn’t have Taylor and the baby to look after, I would be running out into the open and mowing down every single one of those assholes from The Red Council without hesitation.
I can’t act like that anymore. Not only am I older and wiser, but I have a pregnant wife to protect. Her safety is my top priority.
“I have a megaphone in here somewhere,” I say, tossing my gun onto the bed and diving into the closet.
“A megaphone? What are you going to do with that? Yell at them to death?” Taylor asks as she peeks through the blinds. “Shit, there are policemen outside.”
“Great,” I reply cheerfully, brandishing a megaphone that I used years ago to do drills outside.
It seems my guards have forgotten what I taught them, but that doesn’t surprise me. Loyalty doesn’t tend to stick across borders.
“I hope you know what you’re doing,” she says.
“Me too.”
I pull open the window and turn the megaphone on.
Outside, several policemen have stopped in front of the house, surveying the area before they decide what to do. I’m assuming that all they seek is shelter, but I won’t know until I communicate with them.
I hold the megaphone up to my mouth, using what little of the Makhuwa language I know to communicate with the police. “Hello!”
Every head turns to me, their faces wrinkled with confusion and possible distrust.
“You need help. I have guns. We can help,” I say, speaking slowly as I try to recall the words. It’s been ages since I’ve had to speak Makhuwa.
A man who appears to be the leader of the group smiles, waving his hand and shouting back. “Let us enter!”
I have no choice but to trust them. Taylor and I aren’t going to be able to fight off The Red Council by ourselves. Having five more people on our side makes victory much more likely.
I drop the megaphone on the bed and give Taylor an apologetic look. “I’m going to let them in.”
Her eyes widen. “What?! They could be after us!”
