Chapter Thirty-Six
ENZO
Lola.
I'm burning alive.
My pulse pounds as something sticks hard in my throat, and my chest is so tight it's a wonder I can breathe.
The fucking mansion estate is big. Thank God the only buildings being used are this sprawling mansion and the guesthouse.
We get in thanks to Cade's brilliance, and we know where to hit the hardest thanks to Silas getting us the blueprints and using his drone.
But I don't care about that.
The thermal imaging has shown us where people are concentrated the most. We know there are only two people in the guesthouse, and they are not together.
One has to be Lyndall.
And since Lola is here, the other?
Whoever they are, they better be caught up on their prayers if my father reaches them. Dad and Silas are heading there now.
But as bullets fly outside, along with cries and thuds ofpeople falling dead, I can't take my eyes away from the sight in front of me.
Lola.
My gun is aimed.
But my blood is alternating between freezing and boiling.
There's no way in fucking hell I can pull the trigger, not unless I go for a headshot. And while I'm good, I'm no sniper or sharpshooter.
Dom's gun is trained, too, but not on me. I don't think he has seen me yet.
He is aiming at a side door to the right of me, and I'm in a pool of shadows.
I have the advantage. I should move.
But how can I?
The fucker is using Lola as a human shield.
My gorgeous, sweet, feisty, unforgiving Lola.
And as it always happens around her, I don't know what to do.
Lola has seen me.
Dom hasn't.
Yet.
The coward is trying to see where the next man with a gun might pop out from.
He clearly wants to go through that door, and he is not about to let her go.
I have no idea how many men are in the mansion now.
