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Assuming she would take us both. Right now, I think we are both lucky that she is still standing in our presence and not running the three miles she probably should straight to the po-po to send us down for crimes dating back thirty years to the present day.
Point in fact, Gideon shooting Sebastian in cold blood.
Even though he is fine, Gideon took a gamble. There was no way he could know for sure that Sebastian was wearing a vest.
But I guess he is smarter than I give him credit for. Coming into the lion’s den unprotected is a foolish move, and I’m starting to realise that Christchurch is no fool.
But he is a prisoner.
Hauling him to his feet, figuring he’s had enough time to get over the shock of being blasted, I drag him back to Gideon’s office as Isla squeezes Gideon’s hand and disappears up the stairs.
34
ISLA
My hands are shaking as I make my way up the stairs and into my room for the second time today on Gideon’s orders. Whatever is going down right now is beyond my comprehension. All these dangerous men running around withguns! It’s unheard of in Hemsway.
“Sophia, what did you get me into?” I mutter as I close my bedroom door and, for good measure, turn the lock, which slides into place silently. Glaring at it for being a knob and choosing when it wants to be quiet, I cross over to the bed and kick off my shoes before I crawl onto it, and snuggling under the covers, fully clothed. If I sleep at all tonight, it will be as I am. I’m not risking getting changed in case I have to run for my life.
Staring at the ceiling, I purse my lips, trying to sort through all the raging emotions building up inside me. Whoever this Dante guy is, he has more than piqued my interest, but I know that things are getting deeper with Gideon. If he didn’t care about me, he wouldn’t be so concerned with my well-being. I’m no stranger when it comes to relationships, and although it has been a while, I don’t think the fundamental act of caring about someone you want to be with has changed. He doesn’t strike me as the caring about all of humanity type. I can recognise that easily because it’s whoIam. I care about everyone. I’m even a bit worried about the gunman who came in here and grabbed me. Sebastian whoever. Didn’t catch his last name with all the shock and fear.
When Gideon shot him, I was terrified, but I would’ve pulled out all the stops to help him. Turns out, he didn’t need it, which is good for everyone involved. As deeply as I’m starting to feel for Gideon, I know I could not look the other way on cold-blooded murder. Especially one I’m a witness to.
Closing my eyes and trying not to think about whatcould’vehappened, I jump and stifle my scream when the burner phone that Sophia gave me vibrates on the bedside cabinet.
“Fuck,” I gasp and sit up, my heart pounding. I’m on tenterhooks, and I don’t like it. It’s too stressful.
Answering with a curt, “Hello,” knowing it has to be Sophia, I get a rush of anger when I hear her soft voice reply.
“Hello, Isla. How are things?”
Taking a moment to not screech at her like a banshee about how awful this is and how dare she place me in this precarious position, I inhale slowly before releasing it. “Fine.”
She giggles. “Liar.”
Fuck’s sake. How does everyone know I’m lying all the time? Better question is,whyam I lying all the time?
“You’re a real bitch, you know that?” I hiss, unable to hold onto my temper. “You owe me way more than a million pounds. I want hazard pay, lots of it, for the rest of my life after what I’ve been through today!”
“Isla,” she says calmly. “Tell me what happened.”
“What didn’t happen? All the guards have been shot or beaten up, not one buttwocrazed gunmen have breached the castle, and one of them even had me at gunpoint. Gideon has been beaten up and shot someone! It’s a madhouse!”
She tries to stifle her giggle, but it doesn’t really work very well. “I see. Who are these crazed gunmen? Are they still alive?”
“Yes, unfortunately,” I grouse, even though I don’t mean it.
“Do you have names?”
“One of them was Dante something and Sebastian was the other.”
“Which one beat up my brother?”
“Dante.”
She laughs openly now. “Oh, ouch. Bet that was a blow to his ego. Dante could never beat him.”
“Well, I guess the tides have turned. He would have killed him if it hadn’t been for me.”
