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I was curious enough to turn to see the lights flick off… as the car pulled up out front of the gates.
I had no reason to suspect anything.
Yet my stomach flipped.
My heartbeat raced.
A cold sweat started on the back of my neck.
I pressed onto my stomach and scooted closer to the window, praying I was still as hidden as Rune claimed.
And it was from that position that I saw two men exiting the cars, leaving the doors open, then reaching into their waistbands. With the moon peeking out, it flashed off the muzzles of their guns.
They found us.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Carmen
“Shit. Shit, shit, shit.”
I dropped all the way down, my heartbeat a pounding bass beat as I shimmied backward, away from the wall overlooking the front yard.
I was safe in the glass room. That was something that had been promised to me. Nothing could get to me in the glass room. Not even a bullet.
There was just one problem.
It wasn’t just me my cousins were after.
It was Rune. His brothers. His club brothers.
I had to warn them.
They couldn’t be caught off-guard.
What if one got shot?
Or killed?
My heart cracked at the very idea.
Not just of losing Rune. But Croft, Vas, Spike, Cain… any of them.
But I hadn’t brought my phone. And Rune left his up here. There was no way to call him.
While the glass room wasn’t necessarily soundproof, it was on the roof. No one would hear if I screamed. I had to get down the ladder. But even in the basement, there was no guarantee that they’d hear.
A whimper caught in my throat as I lowered down through the opening, my heart sinking when I missed the ladder rung for a second. I saw myself falling to the unyielding cement floor, crying out in pain. I could see my cousin running down to shoot me… and no one coming to save me because they’d already suffered at their hands upstairs.
My hand be damned, I used both to make my way down the ladder, ignoring the quick pricks of pain as I put too much pressure on my broken hand.
I was halfway down when my foot missed a rung, making my heart drop to my stomach as I free-fell downward, crashing hard on my ass, needing to press my lips together to keep from crying out.
I could practically hear what Rune would say if we lived through this. “He put a bruise on this perfect ass. I want to dig him outta his grave and revive him, just to kill him again.”
There was no time to be upset about the pain, though.
I scrambled onto all fours, then pushed up and ran through the basement.
