And with that gun still in her hand, she starts to move forward.
She goes to the edge of the hall we're in that leads to more doors and, I think, the kitchen. She is shouting. "Gretchen? Lyndall? It's me, Lola. We're safe. Here to get you. Are you both here?"
"Who the fuck is Gretchen?" Silas opens a door that's already cracked and peers in.
I shrug and frown. "I don't fucking know."
He makes a sound of disgust. "I've been in all the rooms. Picked off the strays. I did find where she was held, but?—"
"L-Lola?"
My heart lurches as my chest clenches hard. "Lyndall?"
I get a dirty look from Lola, and she waves the gun at me.
I hope to fuck she knows enough to have flicked the safety on. It's not pointed at anyone, but the weapon is in her hand, and I'm loathe to take it, as even I can see holding it brings a kind of comfort and sense of power to her.
"Lyndall? Gretchen? You can come out. I'm with your idiot brother."
I think I hear someone, to the right, behind a door that's half open, say, "Not my brother."
"And Simon-Silas, the traitor. Please come out."
But there's no movement.
Both Silas and I lunge for the room.
"We're here, but time's running out."
But Lola's faster. "Lyndall? It's Enzo. Your controlling not-brother."
Another sound.
This time, I push in, right as two people emerge from the back of a closet.
One of them is an ice blonde woman in a maid's uniform. The other is my sister.
I grab Lyndall and scoop her up as she starts to cry.
Silas takes one look at the maid, curses, and shucks his hoodie, wrapping her in it.
"Get them out of here." I hand Lyndall to Silas and push Lola his way.
Then I turn and run.
I know my father.
He'll be making Dom pay, stretching it out in the time he has here, making it hurt. But I want to finish the job.
No one shoots at me as I run for the big house, but what I see alarms me.
Three men, heading stealthily inside.
Crouching, I zigzag until I'm behind the first.
I pull my knife, slicing open his throat. Then I shoot the other two.
That's going to teach them a lesson. Or it would, if they lived.
