Someone runs by, and I shoot them.
We listen, but there's no one else. Or at least, there is no more sound.
I think our men are mowing them down. I hope to fuck our men are mowing down Dom's people.
"Come on."
I drag her down a path and through the side door of the guesthouse. My heart hammers with every step.
He was going to marry her. He was going to hurt her, touch her. He was going to do vile things to her.
And I know I'm one to talk, with all the things I had her do and all the things I have done to and with her, but at least we have a safe word. She has control over what happens.
Unlike the fucker, I would never force her.
Not for real.
Not without consent.
Not in that brutal, ugly way.
And I get it. I don't want to do it for real. I want to play.
I suck in a breath, and my lungs burn.
We burst through the door, and Silas swings his gun, lifting it at the last possible second.
He shakes his head. "Fuck, man, thought you were one of the assholes who keeps trying to get in here to fucking hide. I just killed the last of them and then you."
"No luck, Silas?"
I notice the tiny gasp next to me, and I nearly kick myself.
Last time she saw him, we told her he was Simon the doctor.
Fuck. Am I as bad as Dom?
The lies I told her were for her safety. But they were still lies.
And Silas's identity totally slipped my mind.
Fuck. I don't have time for this.
"No," he says. "I've searched."
"We were upstairs." Lola tries to head that way, but I clamp down on her hand harder.
"I think he went through it all." My eyes go back to Silas. "Do you think they took her out of here already?"
"Possibly. But Cade is with the team outside, and only men have come through. And only a few."
"Have you seen the maid?"
We both look at Lola.
"No. Just dudes."
This time, she wrenches her hand free.
