I nodded, remembering the name, and backing out of the room as I closed the door again, following the boys. Ace was already in a room, clutching onto Sheridan, checking her over for injuries.
“Where is she?” I barked out.
She looked up at me, her cheek bruised but she was otherwise unharmed. Her face was wet from tears.
“I don’t know,” she sobbed, her voice hoarse. “They separated us immediately, but I heard…”
“Heard what?” Ace asked her, softly, wiping her hair from her face.
“I heard a gunshot from down the hall earlier,” she sobbed again. “I can’t.”
“Take her out of here,” Hawk ordered. Ace nodded, and slung his arm around his woman. I stopped him, pulling my leg up and handing him my ankle piece. He nodded his thanks and left the same way we came in. Hawk and I moved through the hall, only two doors left. We looked at each other before we each opened a door. I burst open my door and stumbled when I saw her. She was shaking in the corner of a bed, her arms wrapped tightly around her legs. She hadn’t even seen me yet.
“Orla,” I said, softly, lowering my gun after sweeping the room for anyone who may be hiding. She didn’t move. She didn’t say a word. I moved closer, reaching out to her. She shook again, and my heart all but seized. There was a bullet size hole in the wall next to her, right next to her fucking head.
What the fuck had they done to her?
I put my gun in the waistband of my pants, and grabbed at her hands. She fought me like a wet cat as I pulled her into my arms, wrapping an arm over her chest and holding her hands down to stop the punches.
“It’s me,” I said. “Orla, it’s me, it’s Bear.”
She continued to scream. Fuck.
Orla pulled out of my grasp and I let her go, as she made a move to throw a punch in my direction. I caught her fist in my hand. With my other hand, I cupped the side of her face. Pulling her hard against me, I smoothed her hair away from her face and forced her to look up into my eyes.
Slowly, her fierceness dissolved and she sought my face, the tension in her body disappearing.
“Alex?”
Fuck.
No one called me that. I hated to hear my name, except from her lips.
“Yeah, baby, it’s me,” I said. “Can you walk? I need to get you outta here.”
She nodded and relaxed. I let her go slightly, but not completely only to look down and see her top and bra were sliced open, revealing those perfect tits to me.
Fuck.
I pulled my shirt over my head and handed it to her. She slid into it with ease, the material hanging off her like a dress. Grabbing her hand, I led her out of the hallway and toward the exit. Hawk called out from in front of us that he had Wolf and was carrying him out already. We were the last ones.
A door opened and I looked over to see a man stopping in his tracks, probably aware his mansion was under attack. He looked vaguely familiar, like I’d seen him before, but I knew I hadn’t.
He was related to Bastian, the genetic markings were there. Orla froze in my grasp as she looked over at her tormentor. I knew it the second I saw her freeze.
Fury took over as I moved to get my gun from the front of my waistband, letting go of her hand for a moment. He raised his gun too, and I instinctively moved in front of Orla so she didn’t get caught.
“Run,” I ordered her. But I knew she hadn’t moved. She was frozen.
Fuck.
“Ah, the infamous Bear,” the man said, a cocky grin to his face. “Sergeant at Arms with the Ghost Rebels, am I correct?”
How the fuck did he know who I was?
“How on earth you can stomach all that ink on her body is beyond me,” he sneered. “But, I do suppose you’re as disgusting as she is.”
I felt my finger twitch, ready to pop off a shot when movement behind me distracted me, my gun being pulled free from the back of my waistband.
