Page 88 of Lost to Thievery
Everyone nodded.
“Iwon’t tell,” Grayson quipped, winking at me.
Owen’s hand around my arm tightened, silently asking me not to lose my shit again.
I was thankful when we reached the black door before Grayson could continue with his taunting. I didn’t trust myself to behave like a mature, well-adjusted adult. I was still shaking, waves of heat pulsing through my body. I couldn’t even look at him without wanting to wrap my hands around his neck and choke the life out of him.
How could I ever love this monster?
Behind the heavy door was a set of stairs that led down to a barred gate that looked like the ones from the holding cells. Owen grabbed a bundle of keys from a hook and unlocked the gate. He held it open for us to walk through. It was too dark to see what was up ahead in the corridor.
As Grayson passed Owen, he struck. He banged Owen’s head into the bars with a sickening clang. As Owen toppled over, Grayson swung at the other agents. He moved so fast, I struggled to keep track of him in the dark. He got hold of the director’s gun and shot the remaining two agents still standing, before lifting the gun to me and Director Devereux.
He shrugged at us. “Sorry about the agents.”He swiftly closed the gate between us, locking us in.
How did he get out of his cuffs? How the fuck had he just managed to lockusin?
The disbelief that froze me in place quickly evaporated as Grayson whirled and bounded up the stairs. My hands did not waver, did not shake as I took the gun a dazed Owen held out to me.
I aimed at Grayson’s retreating frame.
And fired.
The shot rang loudly through the hall and through my body.
I stopped breathing as Grayson stopped on the stairs.
Time slowed as he lowered his head, inspecting his body.
I shot him.
He slowly reached up to his side, his fingers grazing a spot just above his hip. He brought it up to his face, then turned towards me.
I could not read his expression. I had never seen it before as he held my gaze through the sight of Owen’s gun.
It’s a flesh wound. A flesh wound.
Grayson wordlessly brought his hand up, showing me the blood on his fingers. Then touched his middle finger to his thumb. He turned and kept walking.
I took aim again, trying to blink away the blurriness in my vision before it was too late.
“Don’t,” Director Devereux quietly ordered. “You will never forgive yourself.”
I sucked in a ragged breath and the gun clattered to the floor. Grayson disappeared out of sight.
Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck!
My fingers shook in my hair as I turned towards the carnage behind me.
The director had his hands pushed down onto an agent’s upper thigh, trying to stop the bleeding. The other agent that was shot had taken it to the shoulder. Owen was trying to make his way to the third agent, who wasn’t moving.
“Holmes?” he rasped.
I beat Owen to him, checking if he still had a pulse. I held my hand under his nose. “He’s alive. Just out cold.”
Director Devereux nodded, relief washing over his face. “Everyone’s fine. You’re all alive.” He looked towards the entrance. “No one would have heard the shots. It’s soundproof down here.”
I pulled my phone from my pocket.
