Smiley(82)

Jericho finally spoke. “Let’s rush the gates.”

Smiley snapped his head around to glare at his friend. “No.”

“More incoming,” Slash hissed.

“Rush the gates,” Jericho repeated in a deeper tone.

Smiley didn’t like the idea of taking Vanni out of the SUV so close to all those humans. Their intent was unclear but as he looked at the road, his opinion changed. More cars and people were coming down both sides of the street. It seemed they knew Smiley and Vanni were trapped outside the gates.

“Let’s do it.” Smiley admitted Vanni would be in more danger if they were completely surrounded by hundreds of humans instead of just a few dozen.

“I’ll be there in a few minutes,” Tim reminded them.

“We don’t have time,” Slash answered. “It’s getting out of hand. Scoot to the middle with her, Smiley. Let me by the door. I’ll run interference and take down anything in front of you both.”

“Do it,” Tim agreed.

Smiley straightened in the seat and helped Vanni upright as he slid against Jericho, making room for Slash to climb over the seat. “It’s going to be fine. Stay by my side. We’re going to get out of the SUV and walk to the gates. I will pick you up if we have a problem. Just put your face against my neck and hold on tight.”

“I’ll be fine.”

“Shit!” Flame hissed. “Brace!”

Smiley looked up and saw the humans rush at them. Bodies and hands slammed against the windows and the SUV rocked. All Smiley could do was hook his arm around Vanni to pull her close and grab hold of the front seat headrest. The vehicle was heavy but twenty to thirty humans surrounded it. He was tempted go for the weapon strapped at his ankle as the swaying grew worse.

“Smoke bombs are being deployed,” warned one of the officers along the wall. “Prepare.”

Smiley ground his teeth. “Hold your breath when we open that door and don’t let go of me, Vanni.”

He saw metal cans fly from above. They impacted around the SUV but didn’t hit the mass of humans. White smoke rose fast and the humans next to the windows began to choke and cough. In less than thirty seconds it was tough to see out the windows with the thick, blinding smoke. The rocking ceased though as their attackers fled.

“The gate is about sixty feet ahead of us. Keep to the far left of the driveway,” Wager ordered. “Go!”

Both sets of locks released and Smiley followed Slash when he shoved open the door, hitting something. A male cried out in pain. He didn’t give a damn if it had struck a human. He hoisted Vanni into his arms, hugged her tightly against his chest and used memory to go forward. He didn’t have a mask so he held his breath and kept his eyes squeezed shut.

A hand gripped his shoulder and he figured it was Slash helping steer him in the right direction. He peeked once, regretted it as his eyes teared up from the acrid smoke but he was able to make out the news van they passed. They were almost to the gates.

“This way,” a male snarled. “Keep coming. We have you covered.”

Vanni’s arms wrapped around his neck and her legs spread, hugging his hips. Her fingernails dug into his shirt but he didn’t care if she scratched him. She was probably terrified. He peeked again and realized the smoke was clearing as they left the affected area. He saw the gate and a line of masked NSO officers with guns drawn, waiting for them. Two rushed forward and grabbed members of his team, leading them inside.

The gates closed and Smiley sucked in air to his starved lungs. “It’s okay,” he whispered to Vanni. “You won’t choke.”

She gasped and coughed a little. He hugged her tighter and kept walking to put more distance between them and the smoke. He looked around, appreciating the dozens of Species who’d rushed to the second gate to help. He nodded at a few of them. He blinked rapidly to clear the irritant from his eyes.

“Are you okay?”

Vanni nodded against his neck. She kept her face buried there. He stopped and just held her. He’d made a mistake by taking her away from Homeland. Luckily she hadn’t been harmed but the trauma of what she’d just experienced might sour her on becoming his mate. It pissed him off that everything had gone so badly. He tried to push that anger back though, wanting to soothe her.

“Well, we sure know how to make an entrance.”

Vanni lifted her head and peered at him. Her pretty eyes looked haunted but she smiled. “Is that what you call that?”

“They didn’t manage to flip the SUV and we’re safe at Homeland.”

“Why would they do that?”

He hesitated. He didn’t want to give her more bad news. “I don’t know. Maybe they think it’s fun to rush a stranded SUV and turn it on its side. It happened once before. They took videos and posted them as if it were a prank. The team inside the SUV didn’t think it was funny.”