Holy fucking shit, I’d killed a man. Oh, God, he may have been going to kill me, but I had killed him first. Holding the gun tight, I debated if I should leave through the window with the gun or go through the house and eliminate the other threats. The white dots kept coming and going in my eyes and I struggled to keep them at bay, knowing I needed to get out and to safety before I collapsed. As much as I wanted to take the window I knew how vulnerable it would make me and I couldn’t risk crashing and hitting my head again when I was barely staying awake as it was. I didn’t know if the other men had heard my fight with Greg, so I needed to make my move now. I slowly moved to the door wincing as every muscle and bone in my body seemed to protest at the movement. I was running on pure adrenaline as I kept the gun pointed in front in case any more threats barged in.
The sound of a helicopter had me pausing. Did X have enough money and power to have a helicopter? Was he leaving on that? I should wait until he was gone, so I had less peop— my thoughts cut off as soon as I heard gunfire.
Holy Shit! The loud bangs and the sound of things smashing, had me frozen at the door and wondering what to do? What did the gunfire mean? Was I being rescued? If so, did I wait where I was? I listened, unsure of what I should do. It sounded like a lot of firing. Did the others think that Greg was dealing with me and that’s why another bad guy hadn’t come in to get me yet? Was I safe where I was, at least until the gun fight stopped?
The gunshots sounded closer. I turned the door handle not wanting to stay with the dead body. I didn’t want to see what I’d done. I was strong, but right now as hope soared that I was being saved, I knew if I saw what I’d done I’d fall apart. I’d been so good keeping it together. My head throbbed and I didn’t think I would be able to stay upright let alone stop myself from passing out if I didn’t move.
The window shattered and I dropped to the floor and didn’t even bother to look where the bullet had gone. I was going to stay down here until either my rescue came, the gunfire stopped or I passed out.
It helped to have family in the Army. I couldn’t believe the power Divinity’s father had. He called in a bunch of his men and they took ‘emergency family leave’ and we ended up with some of the smartest and deadliest men I’d ever met. I’d always thought Zeck was a wiz with computers and could hack and get any information needed. The guy I met that was a part of Divinity’s father’s team was amazing and very, very scary at what he could do.
I wasn’t stupid. What they did to find Divinity was all kinds of illegal. They hacked satellites, and once we got a name from the DNA tests, they hacked into everything of the man, Roy Blin, and everyone associated with him in any way. Unable to do anything at the precinct, and unable to go to the base, my house became command central. Within minutes of telling them my money and resources were at their disposal too, I found out that a helicopter was en route to take us to the destination instead of driving.
Eric, Divinity’s father, wasn’t my biggest fan. I had to fight him tooth and nail to get on the helicopter. Before the chopper could even land, we were shot at. Two men of the seven jammed into the helicopter jumped out onto the ground and I watched as they barely landed before they were running to what looked like a barn, the only cover besides three large gumtrees scattered here and there.
“Will you land with the fire?”
Eric ignored me. It was his friend, Dylan that answered. “Yeah. There’s only seven of us. We don’t know how many they have and we need every man.” He eyed me up and down. “Even you.”
I tried not to growl at the blatant unapprovingly look. None of Eric’s friends liked me, and I was sure it had to do with them thinking I wasn’t good enough for Divinity. I may not be, but, I didn’t give a fuck what they thought as long as I got my woman back and tied her fine arse to me in any and every way.
“Fuck you. I can handle myself.”
“If you say so. Just follow us and don’t get in our way.” Dylan snickered before he climbed out. I turned just in time to see Eric nod to Rick, the pilot, before the both followed Dylan. I followed close behind them with one of the guns my security had given me. It wasn’t like my service weapon that I handed in after every shift. This was newer, lighter, and easier to handle.
The shots fired at us missed, and I was grateful for the bad guys being bad shots. I wondered why we weren’t firing back? When we reached the barn, I caught Dylan’s attention. “Why aren’t we firing back?”
Eric snapped, “We don’t know where my daughter is being held. We can’t see who’s shooting at us. If we fire back, we could hit her, idiot.” If I didn’t already know that Divinity’s father hated me, the look he gave me before signaling his men closer told me. I’d always thought I was a manly man, but damn, Eric made me feel like a giant pussy. “When we can see who our targets are, then we will fire back.”