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Gavin picked up the weapon and aimed it at Mason. “I’m happy to have my Glock back. What did you do with Grayson’s weapon.” He patted Mason down but didn’t find it.
“Where is he?” Sam asked. “I thought you two were locked up in the bunker. We planned to break into the security office and steal the keys, so we could rescue you.”
“Gray is trying to find the ladies in the house. Your buddy Billy helped us escape.”
She smiled. “Billy’s here?
“Yeah. When you didn’t show up for work, he was worried.”
“He’s a good guy.”
“Yes, he is.” Gavin swept her into his arms, and she melted against him.
Samantha caught movement from Mason, and turned in time to see him pull a knife from his pant leg. She pushed Gavin to get him out of the way, but it was like hitting a cement wall. Mason threw his weapon and it found its purchase in Gavin’s side. Before she could react, Grayson was on top of Mason throwing punches. Lights and sirens lit up the area.
Wade pulled Gray back while another officer read Mason his rights as he handcuffed him.
“I’m fine,” Gavin told an officer who was trying to convince him he needed medical attention. Sam’s eyes locked on his briefly, and she felt his pain. He would want to see this through and make sure everyone held within the estate was rescued.
Billy pulled her free from the chaos. “You going with Gavin in the ambulance.”
She shook her head. “I don’t think Gavin will leave yet, but when he does, he’ll probably want Grace there.”
Billy ruffled her hair. “You’re an idiot, you know that?”
Gavinopenedtherootcellar, descended the stairs, and shined a flashlight he’d gotten from Wade into the darkened space. “Hello?”
A soft voice responded, “Who are you?”
“Gavin.”
“What do you want? Did my husband send you?”
“Didn’t you hear any of what happened up there?”
“It’s quiet down here. Like a tomb.” Her words were true. The silence was surreal. He listened closely and could barely make out the sound of sirens which had been deafening above ground. “I’m here to take you to safety. What’s your name?”
“Vanessa.”
“Come with me. Let’s get you a blanket to cover up with.” He held out his hand, and she placed hers in it. When they reached the ladder, he steadied her as she rose ahead of him. After she was helped from the space, he went up another rung on the ladder and the world went black.
The sound of fabric rustling around him told him he wasn’t alone. A flashlight blinded him, and then a searing pain lit into his side. He bit back the urge to cuss. “What’s going on?”
“You lost a lot of blood then decided climbing a ladder was a good idea.” It was Samantha’s voice. She was safe. That was all that mattered. He reached for her hand, but she batted him away. “I’m working here.”
He attempted to sit up. “Would you please stay put until I finish bandaging your wound?”
“Not a chance.” His second attempt was successful, and he was upright back in the root cellar. He reached for Samantha’s hand again. “You gave me a scare.”
“Look whose talking.”
“Are you upset with me, Sam?”
“Why would I be? You refuse to listen to reason, insist on antagonizing a psychopath, and won’t budge when I try to push you out of the way of a flying knife, but that certainly shouldn’t upset me, now should it?”
“I don’t think that’s what’s bothering you.”
“Oh no. What pray tell do you think I’m mad about?”
