At this point I’m glad I’m not pregnant.
Franklyn lifts the glass vase he’s managed to get hold of and starts to bring it down, the target my head.
I hold the gun.
The trigger clicks.
There’s a crack through the air that sounds a lot louder than it did outside but I’m not considering it because a body crashes on top of mine, the vase crumbling out of the hand and narrowly missing my head.
Breathe.
It’s all I can do.
Ben
Someone has Isaac’s father. Someone with cuffs and the right to arrest and a big black secure car to stick him in.
Someone is doing that and it’s not me because I’m struggling to break down the door to Blair’s suite. It’s locked and bolted, but it isn’t a door to a safe room and therefore will come off its fucking hinges when I run at it and shoulder charge.
Wood splinters and we’re in. I’m pretty sure Blair can afford a new door.
The gun shot sounded as we arrived in the hallway that leads to her room and it was enough to make Micky curse. It’s now quiet; quieter than what I wanted. Quietness scares me, because you don’t what’s lurking. Sound gives you a clue.
I’m first through into her room and my gaze automatically lands on her body with her blue eyes looking up at me.
“Please can you lift him up? Then I think I need to be sick.”
It isn’t me who shifts the lifeless, still bleeding body of Franklyn, it’s Micky.
“Fucking knee.” His words make Blair laugh.
They’re worth millions.
“Someone’s going to get fired over this. He wasn’t meant to be allowed in.” One of the security guards makes the words sound like the firing of someone will be the worst that’s ever happened.
I pull Blair up. She’s covered in Franklyn’s blood and I’ve never seen her so pale, but she’s alive and it’s all I can do to keep from holding her tightly enough to crush her bones.
She sobs, but it isn’t that she’s killed someone.
“I’m not pregnant. I’m not having a baby.” I shift her out of the way of the team of police and intelligence who are now in here, because they don’t need to hear these words.
There won’t be any arrests, other than William Goldsmith Senior when he wakes up, if he hasn’t done already.
I close the door to her bathroom that could house a small country. She’s still crying and holding her stomach.
“I’m not pregnant, Ben. I started my period today.”
I blink a couple of times, trying to get this right in my head that she isn’t crying because she’s almost been killed, it’s something that can potentially be easily fixed.
“Come here.” I sit down on the rim of the huge bath and pull her onto my knee. “The baby issue can be sorted, if that’s what you want.”
She nods.
“I’m pretty sure Isaac and I will have no problems helping.”
She nods again.
“Blair, what’s just happened with Franklyn?”
