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Something pings in my gut, and before anyone else can answer, I reply, “No, wait until we’re out.”
“You got it,” Trick replies with absolutely no hesitation and trusting my gut.
We all surround him as we escort him through his elaborate home and out to the waiting agents outside. We’ve just stepped out of the front door, Alaric striding toward us, when Hunt comes to a sudden stop, stopping us all as well.
“You aren’t as clever as you think, and I’m not going down this easily.”
Alarm bells start screaming, but before any of us can do anything, he lifts his bound hands and smacks them against the door. We don’t have time to ask questions as explosions start going off, and we all rush forward as one triggers another. I can hear Trick, Jensen, and Cash screaming in my ear, but I can’t reply. We’re all in pure survival mode as we rush forward, and I’m aware of the others around me as we race to escape the blast zone.
I feel the heat at my back as we all suddenly get thrown forward, and I pray to anyone who is listening that we all survive and that we’re all okay. I can’t lose any of those people. They are my family and world.
My ears are ringing from the sound, and I’m disoriented, not quite sure which way is up, but I’m also desperately trying to orient myself so I can check on my men. I can feel hands on me, but there’s not enough for it to be all of them, and that’s sending spears of panic through me.
Finally, my eyes start to focus, and Atlas’s worried expression appears above me. Apart from some abrasions from being thrown on the floor, which I can feel that I have too, he looks to be in one piece although it sounds like he’s talking to me through several layers of thick glass because the sound of the explosion has seriously messed with my hearing.
“Are you okay?” he asks me, and I just about understand him. I nod as he reaches a hand down and helps me stand up.
“Is everyone alright?” I ask, looking around and then breathing a massive sigh of relief as I see my men and all of the people that I’ve come to think of as family, standing and groaning with only minimal injuries.
“We’re good,” Jynx says, relief filling her tone as she keeps her eyes on her men.
“I’m good,” Rylie replies, wincing as she starts to get up off the floor.
“I can’t fucking hear, but I’m alive,” Quinn grumbles sarcastically, making me smile.
“That hurt, but it could’ve been worse,” Ezra comments, checking over everyone with his eyes and making sure they’re all okay.
Creed just grunts in reply and looks pissed.
All of my guys are surrounding me, so I know that they’re all okay, and my heartbeat starts to return to normal. I have to admit that wasn’t something I was expecting after having him secured in handcuffs.
“Does anyone have any injuries that need to be attended to now?” Luc asks, a worried note in his tone as he looks over all of us critically.
When everyone confirms that they’re okay and Luc is satisfied that they’re telling him the truth, his shoulders slump with relief.
Looking around us, everything is in absolute chaos, and I can hear sirens in the distance that are obviously coming to put out the massive blaze that has now engulfed the house. Fortunately, because we were making Alaric wait for us to come out before we sent them in, we were the only ones with a risk of getting hurt in the explosion; everyone else had plenty of time to escape.
“Shit, can any of you hear Trick or the other two?” I suddenly ask.
“No, I think the explosion damaged our comms,” Rage replies with a frown.
Pete pulls his one out of his ear and looks it over, “Yeah, mine's completely fried.”
A commotion at the edge of my vision catches my attention, and I turn with the others to see the van that Trick and the rest of us arrived in come careening through the gates, barely missing some of the agents as whoever is driving swerves through the crowd and comes to a stop near us.
“I guess we don’t need to call him?” Riot says, somewhat incredulously at the commotion that Trick's arrival has just caused.
Thankfully, the agents recognise one of Mr R’s van’s, and we also all held up our hands to stop them from opening fire or thinking that Trick and the others are a threat. They all stand down and go back to checking on each other and directing the fire engines that have just arrived.
“Thank fuck,” Jensen exclaims as he rushes toward me and scoops me off my feet. His head buries in my neck as he mutters, “I thought you were dead. I have never been so fucking scared in my life.”
“I’m here, and I’m okay, I promise, but you really need to put me down before you hurt yourself.” I remind him gently.
I can feel his smile against my neck as he puts me down and then kisses me quickly since we’re at work and surrounded by agents. I am then instantly pulled into Cash’s arms and given the same greeting as I hear Trick and Jensen checking on the others to make sure that they’re all okay.
It’s not long before Cash is replaced by Trick, and he holds me tightly before he steps back and then keeps a hand on me as he asks, “What happened?”
“Hunt had some sort of failsafe; he smacked his bound hands against the front door, and everything started exploding,” Atlas explains.
