Page 69 of Stolen By the Billionaire
Was anyone else in imminent danger?
Not as long as she stayed in that locked vault of a gym.
Why didn’t you just control the situation instead of murdering them?
He never had an answer for that one.
As Blaze watched the neon green-tinted intruders over the chunky iron sights of his Glock, they turned and slipped into the second guestroom at the end of the hall, the one with the other slider where they’d doubtlessly broken in.
Blaze scrabbled across the end of the hallway and into his bedroom, where he rolled over his bed before falling to the rug and ending up in a prone firing position from concealment, aiming at the door he’d just come through.
No sound from the hallway. They hadn’t followed him.
He stayed on the floor and jackknifed his body before slithering to the sliding glass door overlooking the pool and the lake.
Blaze cracked the door open and wormed his head and shoulders through the narrow opening, still lying on the ground.
Cold rainwater on the cement pool deck soaked the shoulder of his tee shirt.
Outside, the storm-whipped waves on the lake crashed continuously, and the wind rattled the bushes, smothering any sound Blaze could have detected from inside the house.
He was watching the green-frosted pool and landscaping through his night-vision goggles, lying half-out of the sliding glass door and holding his breath to listen for any shred of sound. His fingertips and bare toes lightly rested on the wooden floor, sensors to detect the vibration of footsteps behind him in the bedroom.
Stillness.
Silence.
Darkness.
A few breaths of sipped air as time passed.
Through his low-light NVGs, four human forms bathed in digital green light emerged from the far end of his house.
Blaze lined up the sights on his handgun, setting the front point on the target and the point into the notch, aligning the barrel with the bunched-up group of four targets yanking the slider of his second guest room.
The targets ' voices carried through the damp air, even over the wind-roiled waves of Lake Michigan below. “Going back empty-handed is a waste. We should take him and the woman out.”
Not currently attacking. Under cover and from a distance. Could have retreated.
Blaze lowered his aim from center-mass to their legs and squeezed the trigger.
Even with the silencer, the gunshot cracked through the night.
One of the targets screamed, and the other ones started yelling.
Blaze’s disdain bordered on annoyance.
The one he’d shot was howling and writhing on the ground while the other ones waved their guns at the night like they were trying to repel mosquitoes.
Lake Michigan mosquitoes wouldn’t be repulsed by such feeble swats. Even the bugs were better adversaries than these clowns.
Blaze shook his head and took aim again.
When he squeezed the trigger, another target collapsed, screaming.
The two targets still standing grabbed the other two shadows on the ground and dragged them around the exterior corner toward the front of the house.
Blaze retracted himself back inside the house and closed the sliding door, locking it.
