“Get down!”
More bullets fly through the air. One man gets hit in the shoulder, another in the leg. I scream as soon as the man holding me lets me go.
Suddenly, Josiah is behind me, pulling me away from the chaos.
“It’s me, Kayla, it’s me,” he says.
“Izabel!”
“We have her, she’s safe,” he tells me, pulling me away and towards a different car. He throws me inside while his guards cover us and hold the kidnappers back.
My heart is racing.
My skin is burning with shock and fear.
I can barely speak, and Izabel looks just as horrified as I am.
Chapter 11 - Josiah
I arrived just in time to stop them from being dragged away.
She was taking too long. I hated the fact that I didn’t know where she was, so I tracked her phone. The longer she was sitting at that bar, the more agitated I became, until I told my security team to go there and keep an eye on her. Then I changed my mind and decided to join them.
Thank fuck I did.
If I hadn’t done that…
I don’t even want to think about it.
The girls are both silently in shock on the drive home. I sit with my body right up against Kayla’s, protectively close to her. I keep eyeing her friend in the dark as we drive through the city. Who is this girl?
Where did she come from, and why is someone suddenly trying to target Kayla at the same moment that this girl rolls up on our doorstep?
Her friend is quiet and fidgeting with her hands in her lap. Kayla reaches out and takes Isabel’s hand, squeezing it gently. “Are you okay?” she whispers.
“Yes, I…I just want to get back to the hotel.”
“You can’t go to the hotel. You need to stay with us,” Kayla says.
I clench my jaw. Now she’s inviting this stranger into my home.
Kayla turns to look at me. “Izabelisstaying with us. The hotel might not be safe!” There is so much worry in her voicethat I become concerned that if I say no, she’ll go and stay in the hotel with her friend.
“Fine,” I snarl, but I slip my arm around the back of Kayla’s seat. I’ll have my men look into her friend. It will give me peace of mind.
We arrive home, and I tell my butler to show Izabel to the spare room so she can relax and get some rest.
Kayla hugs her friend and whispers something to her. They seem very close.
Izabel leaves, and I’m finally alone with Kayla.
“Who is she to you?” I ask.
“She’s mybestfriend, Josiah,” she huffs.
“How do you know she isn’t the reason for the attempted kidnapping?” I ask.
“Izabel? Don’t be ridiculous. I’ve known her for years. Nothing like this has ever happened to us before. It’s not her fault.”
