I run out of the room and to the top of the stairs. King is stood at the bottom.
“Keep your voice down!” I snap. “What do you want?”
“The prospect came over this way. Have you seen him?”
His vibe sets me on edge and then I flinch when King takes two steps up the stairs, I’m about to ask what the hell he is doing when he tells me, “Holly, duck!”
Time slows and though it takes a few seconds to register what he’s yelling, I drop to the carpet and cover my head with my hands and arms.
A shot echoes around the house. Rayna screams and the babies both cry furiously. I go to go to them, but a heavy weight lands on me, and I scream myself. It's not until King pounds up the stairs, that I learn it’s the prospect’s body. His dead body.I scramble closer to the bathroom door once King has dragged him off me.
“Get him out of here!” I order trying to keep my voice controlled.
Rayna's bedroom door opens, and I scramble up to my feet to block her view of King lifting the dead body over his shoulder.
“Hey, sweetheart. I need you to stay in your room until I come back. I promise I won’t be long.”
“Okay.”
She steps back and I close the door. I run into my room and check on the boys. They're both crying but they’re safe in the cot and as I head out onto the landing, Harper is carrying Gunner and asks, “What the fuck is going on?”
“Can you watch the babies? Rayna is in her room. I'll explain everything when I get back.”
“Sure.”
As soon as I hear her confirmation, I run down the stairs and out of the house and over to the bar. King is slamming a van door closed and stops when he sees me.
“What was that?” I demand.
“You have blood on your face.”
I wipe at my cheeks and forehead, having no idea if I'm making a difference.
“Please, tell me why you killed the prospect in my home.”
“I don’t know if Leo would want me to say.”
Anger pulses through me. I snatch my phone from my back pocket and call Luca’s phone.
I fear I’m going to get his voicemail when he eventually answers, “Holly?”
“I need to speak to Leo.”
The sound of shuffling fills the line and then my husband’s voice comes through, “Babe?”
“King just shot the prospect dead in our house, tell him that he can tell me why or if you know, you tell me, because his blood is on my face and his body dropped on top of me and...”
“Babe! Slow the fuck down. Are you hurt?”
“No, I'm fine. King told me to duck.”
“Pass me over to him and don’t go anywhere, I want you back on the phone.”
I hand the cell over to King and listen as he explains quietly what went down. He passes the phone back and I turn my back on King.
“I’m here,” I say.
“It turned out the prospect was one of Hopper’s men. I was going to deal with him when I got back. I got King to keep watch on him. When he told you to duck, the prospect was coming up behind you with a knife in his hand.”
