Page 57 of Ronny

The second to last door is suddenly slammed open, and we all lift our guns in sync, shooting at the same time. I couldn’t tell you whose was the killing shot, but the target’s chest is obliterated.

“We haven’t had any action yet and it shows,” Lane jokes, and I laugh under my breath with Christopher.

We step over the fucker’s body, and I note that he looks to be around fifty or sixty years old. His eyes are open, staring up into nothing.

Christopher tries to open the last door but it doesn’t budge, and I smirk. Lane nods and kicks the door, causing it to fly off its hinges and slamming down onto the ground.

We walk right in to a gun pointing at our faces. Another is pressed against a teenage girl’s head, and she is crying with tears rolling down her face.

Fuck me.

“Leave, heathens!” Jody, I recognize from a picture, is the one with the gun pressed against the young girl’s head.

Lane steps farther into the room, and we all join him. I eye the fucker that is to the left of the room with the gun pointed at us.

He looks like he is seconds away from shitting his pants, sweat is dripping down his face. His eyes are wild, frantically moving side to side, volleying between us and the leader, like he is waiting for him to tell him what to do.

My dad tries to put his body in front of me and Christopher, but I can’t have that. I wait and hold my breath, until he looks away again at the leader.

The second he glances away from us, I lift my gun and shoot him right in the center of his forehead. His eyes are now looking at us like he can’t believe we shot him. His hand drops the gun, and it slides across the floor, stopping in front of us.

The girl starts screaming at the top of her lungs, the sound blood-curdling. It sends shivers down my spine. The leader is wide-mouthed at seeing the man dead, and that’s when my dad grabs the girl and the gun before lifting it in the air.

Jody punches my dad in the stomach and he loosens his hand around the gun. “No,” I yell before I start toward my dad just as the gun is pointed down.

Jody grins and a gun goes off.

Olivia

I wouldn’t be surprised if I haven’t walked holes into the floor from my pacing. They have been gone for hours and it’s killing me.

We are all at the clubhouse, the men wanted us at the same place so it’s safer—and that’s also the case with the other clubs.

Madeline has been passed around to everyone, she hasn’t laid in her bed at all since I have gotten here.

She is going to be spoiled rotten.

All of the ole ladies, the mothers whose sons are riding toward danger to save these girls, are scared out of their minds.

You can almost taste the fear in the air.

Etta is coming out of retirement to help get these girls to a good home, because if they’re not able to be returned to their biological parents for any reason then we are going to see if we can place the girls with the women who were saved from the cults over the years. They love being mothers, but don’t want the men that comes with motherhood if they were to have the children naturally.

The older girls, we can place them in the main house where it’s set up like a dorm.

Madeline starts crying and I walk over to her, taking her from Adeline. “She is an angel.”

“She is.” I kiss her little forehead. “Are you missing your daddy?” I ask her. I just know one day that she is going to be a major daddy’s girl.

“Has anyone heard anything?” Amelia asks, and we all shake our heads, the room turning silent. The waiting around part is so hard, I hate it more and more every second.

Maci is biting her nails, she’s worried about my dad, so I walk over to comfort her and I hug her. “He will be fine,” I reassure both her and myself.

Not sure how long has passed when a phone rings and I have to stop myself from running across the room to it and beg whoever is on the other end of the line if everyone is okay.

Amelia answers the phone, then she sighs at the voice that replies before she pales. She turns to look at me and Bell.

Oh God, no.

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