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For the attack that never came.
At least not the one I expected.
CHAPTEREIGHTEEN
Ihovered at the door and braced myself to breach it. I didn’t notice anybody else. So, I hoped, at least for now, I could surprise the two intruders before the next wave.
Did my uncle send them?
Most likely he did. He wanted to be king, craved the power. I’d seen it in his greedy little eyes.
“I woke up in the cage.”
Her words, spoken earlier, invaded my brain and stoked my anger.
Then I forced them from my mind. Forced every single emotion from my body, exhaled, and went calm.
My grip around the handle tightened.
There was a knock from somewhere inside the room—but I was already in motion.
I crouched low, then pushed the door open.
It took me a split second to locate both of them. They were both facing the closet.
Holy shit.
I aimed—one went down with a bullet to the chest while the other met his end with a bullet to the head. It was over in seconds though it felt like time had slowed.
As the bodies hit the floor, I couldn’t help but think of her—the woman I’d kidnapped.
I’d put her in the hidden safe room, tucked away behind the closet. The safest place in the house—or so I thought. Was that knocking sound coming from her?
Did Uncle Fausto know about the safe room?
Fear gripped me as I kicked away the dead men’s weapons, then rushed toward the closet, praying that she was still alive. I hadn’t seen anyone else, but what if I was wrong? What if someone saw me coming out through the other secret door and was now in there with her?
Fuck.
I flung open the door to the closet and activated the mechanism. The door swung open, and instead of finding her dead in a pool of blood, or still sitting on the sofa—as I told her—she attacked me with a blood-curdling scream, fire extinguisher in hand, ready to take on any intruders who came for her.
Her eyes widened as she saw me—realization setting in too late, because before I could stop her or even take a breath—thank God I couldn’t—a cloud of white foam exploded in my face.
I was instantly blinded but instinct took over.
I pressed my eyes closed and turned so she only hit my back and held my breath.
Fucking crazy woman.
I gave her a beat, thought she would maybe stop after the initial barrage.
But I was wrong.
I did a foot sweep to dislodge the fire extinguisher from her hands, then attacked.
My arms shot out, and I grabbed her, then tackled her to the ground, the fire extinguisher clattering away from us.
I got my hand under her head a split second before we crashed to the floor—with me above her—covered from head to toe in white powder.
