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“You Marks’ guys?” one of the intruders asks. “You can put your little guns down, we’re here with him.”
“And you are?” Gibson asks.
“A gift from Grigoriy Volkov.”
That fucking maggot. Marks has aligned himself with the fucking Kukris.
“We’re not with Marks,” I sneer. “And you’re not welcome here.”
As if he’d been waiting for my queue, Lee jumps on one of the guys’ back and chaos ensues as fighting breaks out. There are shots fired and screams of pain but Lee looks at me with a panicked expression as he wrestles his guy to the ground.
“We haven’t been able to get to the house. The girls!”
I don’t wait for further explanation, hot footing it to the front door and going in search of Annika. The door is busted open and I head in, holding Murray’s gun ahead of me. There’s a blaring alarm sounding throughout the house and the floors above seem to creak. I’m struggling to think where I should go first, the house is too large and I can’t hear anything above the shrieking siren to help me find where the girls are. I decide to check upstairs when I hear a scream. Annika.
It’s coming from this floor, and I run. Through the halls and past the kitchen, which is already ablaze, fire licking at the walls and the ceiling black with smoke. I pay it no mind, heading toward Annika’s office and stop dead in the doorway when I see Gary pushing her to the wall with his fat fingers on her chest, leaning in so his body is plastered to hers. I lift my gun. Aiming for his head, my finger caresses the trigger as I take a deep breath, ready to pull. Before I can do anything, Annika swings and hits him with something. Stumbling back, he comes away with blood coating his shoulder and the handle of a blade sticking up from his collar bone.
When he tries to lunge for her again, I see red. I run forward and tackle him to the ground, landing on top of him and using the handle of my gun to beat his head. He fights me, slamming his fist into my side. Despite his rotund figure, he’s still strong and fit enough to pack a punch. I grunt, twitching to one side to soften the blow and it gives him the opportunity to take my wrist with the gun and slam it to the floor several times over until I let go and it skitters across the floor.
“I told you I’d fucking kill you, Marks,” I strain out, freeing my hand and punching him again and again. “I warned you not to touch her.”
The bastard has the nerve to laugh at me, even through bloodied teeth. “How does it feel, Harv? Knowing that I had her before you?”
I growl, an animalistic sound, and pummel him. My knuckles splitting and my teeth bared. He tries to throw me off him and I jerk to the side again. He manages to sit up and push me off, but standing proves to be difficult as he sways back and forth. I wait for him to compose himself because I want to fight. But as soon as he stands straight a shot goes off and the side of his face concaves. He’s upright for a full second like that until slumps to the floor.
I turn to see Annika behind her desk, the opposite side of us than when I last saw her, I hadn’t even noticed her moving. Her gun is held in her outstretched hand, her finger still on the trigger. She’s staring down at Marks, eyes wide and nostrils flared as she seems to process what she’s done.
“Rainha?” I say gently and she turns to me, gun and all. Suddenly I’m looking down the barrel and Annika’s cold stare is the other side.
“Why are you here?” she says coolly.
I raise my hands in defence and self-preservation. “I wanted to make sure you were okay.” I try to stay neutral as I speak asany strong emotion right now isn’t going to go down well with her.
“Why?”
“Because I need you to be okay.”
Her mouth turns down in disgust. “You’re not welcome here,detective.”
“I’m aware.” I nod. “But when I went to confront Marks after I figured out who he was, he threw me in a cell and told me he was coming to visit you. I couldn’t let him get to you.”
“What’s it to you,cop?” she grits through clenched teeth, her reddening eyes starting to spill tears onto her cheeks.
“I love you, Annika,” I confess.
“No!” she seethes, her gip on the gun tightening.
“Yes,rainha.” My own eyes water and I look at her with pleading eyes. If it weren’t me, I’d probably find this situation rather funny. Professing my love at gun point, unarmed and defenceless.
A loud crash interrupts whatever comeback she may have had, the sound of the floor above crashing down to our level somewhere else in the house. Annika’s eyes widen in panic. “The girls.”
“Where are they?” I say trying to sound calm and not letting the fear gripping my heart to come through.
“Panic room,” she says.
“There’s a panic room?”
“Other side of the gym,” she explains, her anger at me nowhere to be seen as worry for our girls takes over. “I have to go to them.”
