Page 36 of Saved By A God
“Where are you?”
“Almost to the underground parking.”
“Haul ass!” His voice cracks across the line. His fear underneath the anger hits me harder than the attack itself.
I dart into the parking area, my eyes locked on the hidden wall as I press the remote for it to open.
“Almost there!” I shout as I run faster than I ever have.
A loud blast makes time freeze, then the force throws me backward as a burst of heat robs the air from my lungs.
Hitting the ground, pain shudders through my body, and as dust fills the air, my ears ring for a moment.
Shaking my head, I tighten my grip on the remote and search for my phone, which landed beside me.
My lungs burn, and I cough while trying to catch my bearings.
“Rosie!” Enzo shouts. “Jesus fucking Christ, answer me.” I’ve never heard his tone so tense before, fear coating every word.
When my sight focuses, I see the metal door has folded like crumpled paper, and my path to the boardroom has been blocked off.
“Rosie, talk to me,” Enzo begs. “Tell me you’re okay.”
Men pour into the underground parking area, and a reinforced SUV drives right over the rubble.
A strange calmness mixes with the panic tearing through me.
“The servers are still running,” I whisper as my grip on the remote tightens.
“Rosie!”
“I’m here,” I croak.
“Are you in the fucking boardroom?”
“No. I can’t get to it.” As I climb to my feet, I make eye contact with one of the masked men, and my legs threaten to give way beneath me.
“Rosie, just fucking run!” Enzo begs.
Jesus. My fortress was never supposed to fall. This place was my masterpiece. My safe space.
There are years’ worth of intelligence in the control room. The entire family will be in grave danger if these bastards get their hands on my servers.
My finger brushes over the button that will end it all.
I have no choice.
All the thoughts race through my mind in a split second as I watch the men move closer, their weapons trained on me.
“Rosie,” Enzo groans, desperation making his voice crack. “Please tell you’re running.”
There’s only one thing left to do. The last line of defense is to destroy everything.
“Enzo.” My voice sounds weird, as if it’s not mine.
This is it, Rosie. You have to do this for Enzo. For Dad. For Mom. For all your loved ones.
I hear Enzo groan again, sounding like he’s in unbearable pain.
