If he was on duty, then the entire SWAT team would come blaring into her hard, ready for blood. That is if she and Max didn’t get to them first.
“Max!” Desiree screamed out to get his attention.
When he looked her way, she tossed him one of the handguns and three magazines. She placed the other handgun in the waist of her shorts and pocketed the magazines she had for her weapons.
Desiree then lifted her AR-15 and aimed toward the shattered windows and she retreated backward. She made sure that Max was covered in the process in case someone tried to come through the window during her movement.
She quickly swept toward the kitchen, looking for intruders. Once she reached her kitchen, she quickly moved to check the backdoor and the windows to make sure they were all secured.
Desiree then moved toward the hallway and quietly walked down the hallway to check the other rooms in the house. She moved quickly and efficiently, sweeping left to right.
She bypassed her bedroom, going straight for the first guest room she used as a gym. The door was already opened, so she was able to make quick work of her sweep.
She checked the windows to see they had been unharmed and looked into the room’s closet to make sure no one was hiding in there. Once she secured the window in the room, she then did the same for the second guest room and the guest bathroom.
Once Desiree had made sure those rooms were secured, she’d taken a deep breath and moved toward her bedroom. She swept her room and the closet before going into her bathroom.
Once both master rooms had been secured, she headed back into the living room and Max. She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw he was okay and not injured or shot while she had been gone.
“Everything good?” Max asked as she walked back into the living room.
“Yeah. No attempts on the windows in any of the other rooms, which is strange. Just here in the living room. Doesn’t make a damn lick of sense.”
“No, it doesn’t. The others may have hauled ass when I started firing back. I know I tagged two of the shooters. We’ll do a sweep the yard when the others get here.”
“My thermal sensor scope and sniper rifle is currently at the clubhouse. Hopefully a K-9 unit shows up with Jose. Do you know if he and Tiny were on schedule to work today? I can’t remember their schedule at the moment.”
Desiree’s adrenaline started to wain when she heard the sirens and screeching tires on the street outside. The calvary was here.
She went to her front door and opened it, she stood there on the front porch surveying the damage Max stood there with her, blocking her from the view of the front yard in case anyone was still out there looking for the perfect shot. Her biggest concern was the damage to her house.
She was already mentally making a list of who to call to get the windows and front door replaced. The siding of the house was the only thing she wasn’t sure about.
“Hey, we got this.” Max pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly.
“I’m okay. Just mentally listing everything that needs to be done to fix all of this.”
“Then why are there tears streaming down your face?”
Desiree reached up to touch her cheeks. Sure enough, her cheeks were damp with tears.
She hadn’t realized she’d started tearing up as she’d surveyed the damage to her home. She realized then she had become numb to the whole situation going on.
She started thinking about everything that’s been happening. The phone calls, the letters, the photos, and all the attempts on her life.
Why? Why were they targeting her and not the rest of her team.
She didn’t wish this on them, not by a long shot. She just didn’t understand why she was the only one being targeted.
She didn’t understand why she was the target if it was something they had pissed off when they had rescued their packages. Not that they could really be traced, if that was the case.
“Hey, penny for your thoughts, babe?” Max murmured into her hair.
“Why me? Why am I being targeted and not the others? If it has something to do with packages we’ve rescued, then why aren’t the others, or even the club house itself being targeted. It’s only been me.”
“Then we deep dive your past, including your Army time, and figure out who the fuck we hunt.” Iris Goodman claimed as she stepped onto the front porch behind Andrea.
“We’ll figure this out, Olly. Then we go hunting. The prey becomes the predator.” Andrea declared, her voice firm and angry.
