“Maybe you and I should have a little fun. What do you think about that?” He was quicker than I’d anticipated, jerking me forward and spinning me around.
When he crossed his arm around me, cupping my breast, I hissed. The last thing I wanted to do was to make much of a sound to draw the attention of the girls.
But this bullshit wasn’t going to stand. “I doubt you can handle it.” I slapped my hand on his crotch, squeezing just as he’d done, but putting a little more oomph into my actions.
His shock was enough for me to push him away, taking aim at his head as if it were a baseball.
Doubled over, I swung the bat only to have him catch it in midair, jerking his head up.
“I don’t want to hurt you, singing bitch. Just here for the girls,” he told me and every alarm bell in the world went off. This wasn’t some robbery gone bad.
“Over my dead body.” I jerked the bat away, once again pulling it off to the side. When he lunged for me, I shifted my aim, using every ounce of my upper body strength to swing with gusto.
The hard cracking sound forced a moan. I caught him on the neck, the angle such that the thickest part hit him in the cheek. Blood flowed, the hit jarring, but I didn’t think it was enough. Prepared to issue another one, I was shocked when his eyes suddenly rolled in the back of his head and he slumped to the floor.
Gasping, I was shaking all over, but knew the chances of the other two rushing up the stairs were strong. With the bat still in my hand, I returned to the bathroom.
Pop! Pop!The sound was muffled, but I knew exactly what I was hearing.
Gunshots.
Then screams.
What the hell was I supposed to do? I threw open the door before remembering what I’d accidently found two nights before.
The girls were shivering, yelping as soon as I yanked back the shower curtain. They threw themselves in my direction.
“It’s okay. It’s going to be okay. We’re going to play a little game. Okay?”
I constantly glanced over my shoulder, half expecting to see one of the others.
The little girls were braver than I would have been at their ages, both nodding.
“Close your eyes and come with me.” The last thing I wanted was for them to see the man’s body on the floor. Now wasn’t the time to question what I was doing or if Sasha would be angry with me.
With the bat under my arm, I took both their hands, leading them from the room. But not before noticing a pool of blood seeping from under the intruder’s head.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
Taking careful steps and constantly watching the stairs, I led them into Sasha’s bedroom and to the closet. Now I completely understood the reason for the safe room. No matter what happened, I would keep the girls safe.
I only prayed to God everyone else survived.
Sasha
Pop!Pop! Pop!
“What the fuck?” While I muttered the words, I couldn’t care less if anyone was listening. My reaction was instant, just like I’d been trained for as a young man growing up in a household of Bratva members.
I ripped my gun free, immediately assessing the situation.
“Get the guests out of here!” I yelled to Jaxon, who’d already swung into soldier mode. He was the best at his reactionary skills, grabbing two of his men.
Guests were screaming, rushing toward the front of the house. The hard push made it almost impossible to see what was happening.
I noticed DiAngelo shoving my sister toward the safety of the house, his gun in his hand. We were all the same. Mafiosos first. On a day like today, I was thankful we had all the muscle together.
However, that perpetrators were allowed to get inside would be the focus of future conversations. We had a leak, a mole, or a significant weakness.
