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“Get dressed.” He barked his order without looking at me, typing on his phone like he was sending a text.
I didn’t ask questions and did as he asked. I put on whatever I could find, my dark-blue pajamas bottoms and flip-flops. My hair was in disarray, and I quickly put it up in a bun so it wouldn’t get in my way.
“Take this.” He handed me a handgun and a vest that fit me like a dress. “You know how to use it, right?” He was serious but spoke calmly, while I was about to hyperventilate.
I took the cold metal and gave a nod.
“The safety is off.”
“Okay.” I pointed the gun to the floor. “What’s happening?”
“They’re in the house.”
“Who’s they?”
“I don’t know,” he snapped. “Security is dead. Aldo is in the safe room.”
“Uh, we have a safe room…?”
“We don’t have time now. Whoever is here, they know what they’re doing. Aldo dispatched more men. They’re on their way.”
It was hard to form words, not when I could barely breathe. “How long will it take?”
He walked into the other room and ignored what I said.
“Axel, what are we going to do?”
“These doors are bulletproof.” I'd thought the space was open between the living quarters and the bedroom, but now I could see there were doors hidden in the walls. He pushed his palm into the molding, and the doors popped out so they could slide closed. “Shut the doors and lock yourself on the inside.”
“What—what about you?”
“I’ll kill them.”
“By—by yourself?”
“Baby, we don’t have time for this. We probably have seconds. Shut this door and lock it.” He was red in the face. “Do you understand me? Don’t open this door for anything, no matter what you hear. I can hold them off until help comes, but I can’t do it if I’m worried about you.”
“Oh Jesus…” I started to cry, holding the little gun to my side.
“Baby, look at me.”
I started to sob, scared what would happen on the other side of the door.
“Hey.” He grabbed my shoulder and shook it. “Focus. Now.”
“I can’t lose you?—”
“You won’t. Now get your ass in there and lock the door?—”
“Axel.”
“Don’t make me ask you again!” He shoved me across the floor and rolled the heavy doors shut.
It had a big lock in the center, something that kept the doors in place. I turned the knob and heard the unmistakable click. Igulped down a couple heavy breaths before I ran to my phone on the nightstand. Without thinking, I grabbed it and called the first person who came to mind.
My father.
As if he’d been waiting for my call, he answered before the first ring finished. “Sweetheart?—”
