Page 20 of His Claim


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We headed toward the front of the house and met King and Rigid in the hallway while Easy, Frost, and Snapper headed upstairs.

I looked inside the room. “Yup, that’s where they had me.” Nothing was different from when Tatum and I had left. The ropes were still on the floor next to the chair, and the boards I had ripped off the wall were scattered on the hardwood floor.

“I’m gonna check the basement,” Bear yelled. He skirted around us, opened the door to the basement, and jogged down the stairs.

“This wasn’t Brandt’s place,” Creed told King. “He just rented it for a couple of days.”

King walked into the room and kicked one of the boards I had ripped off the window. “I hope Brandt didn’t want his deposit back. I don’t think he is going to get it.”

I moved into the room and leaned out the window we had jumped out of. It had only been yesterday that Tatum and I had leaped out, but it felt longer than that.

“Nothing up here!” Easy shouted from upstairs. “Doesn’t even look like anyone came up here.”

“This is the weirdest shit I’ve seen in a long time,” Rigid muttered.

Easy, Frost, and Snapper clambered down the stairs and gathered around the room I had been held in.

“Where did they keep Tatum?” Snapper asked.

“This is the only room that looks like it was touched. Everywhere else is untouched.” King ran his fingers through his hair. “It’s almost as if he wanted you guys to escape.”

“But why?” I asked. “What was the point of this then? Why put in all that effort to kidnap Tatum, grab me, bring us both here, and then just let us leave?” The pieces we’re gathering were not adding up.

“Yo!” Bear bellowed from the basement.

“What is it?” King hollered back.

“We need to get the fuck out of here,” he screamed. His footsteps thundered up the steps as he roared, “There’s a fucking bomb!”

“Holy fuck,” Frost shouted.

Everyone moved at once.

I jumped out of the window with King following behind me.

Frost and Easy spilled out the front door while everyone else ran out the back.

“Run!” King ordered.

Talk about déjà vu.

We both headed to the wood line, but before we made it halfway, we were knocked on our faces as a loud boom sounded, and the house exploded.

“Holy fuck!” Rigid hollered. “Did you fucking see that?”

I flipped over on my back and watched pieces of the house float down from the sky around us.

“Jesus,” I whispered.

“Fuck,” King grumbled. “Leo owes me a new bike.”

I looked where we had parked and winced. “Maybe we shouldn’t have parked so close to the house.”

“Ya fucking think?” King growled.

Part of the roof had landed on four motorcycles, our SUV, and they were now engulfed in flames.

“Everyone make it?” Apollo called.

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