Page 26 of Lord of Debauchery

Not possible.

The moment I walked inside, Camden came rushing into the front portion of the house. “We got problems, boss.”

“What is it?”

“The binoculars were in the bag I grabbed. I took a little walk this morning. We’ve got company.”

“Fuck. How far?”

“A couple miles out. We’re out of time.”

“Get Jeff and James and I need to know what ammunition we have left.”

He raked his hand through his hair. Nothing rattled the man, which was one thing I liked about him. At this moment, Camden was angry and concerned. “Not enough. How are we getting out of here?”

There was only one thing to do. “Kenya has a Camaro in the garage. We’re taking it.” I shifted my eyes to the top of the refrigerator where I’d made the mistake of storing her keys. “Shit. I need to get the keys.” She was a clever girl. I’d give her that. He nodded and I raced from the kitchen. Before I had a chance to plant one foot on the stairs, I head a high-pitched scream.

Almost at the same time the sound of one of the front windows being shattered brought Camden into the hallway.

“We’re under attack. Do everything you can to keep the fuckers from getting in here.”

“You got it, boss.”

I was already halfway up the stairs by the time he’d answered, my weapon in both hands. The sound of a brutal thud was followed by a series of grunts. I could tell someone was being driven into a wall.

Her bedroom door was closed and as soon as I reached it, I kicked it in, prepared for one of the assailants to come flying at me.

When I heard her second scream, what little protective side I had in me took over. Within two seconds, I found the source; a man dressed in dark clothes had his arm wrapped around Kenya’s throat. However, it was obvious from the cut on the fucker’s lip she’d fought him.

I was shocked when she booted the two of them away from the wall and she flipped him over onto his back. How the fuck had she managed to do that? From what I knew about the men hired by an unknown source, they were well trained and certainly capable of eliminating a woman. The fucker made the mistake of lifting his weapon in her direction.

“Get down,” I yelled, grabbing her by the arm and pitching her over him a split second before I took a single shot, catching him dead center of his face.

I slowly lowered my weapon only after ensuring the asshole was dead. As I bent over, grabbing the assailant’s weapon, I heard her ragged breathing.

“Anyone else?” I barked.

She remained on her knees, her head lowered. “I didn’t have time to check.”

I shifted in front of Kenya, pulling her to a standing position. She immediately pushed her fists against me. “Just leave me alone. I could have handled him.”

“Yeah, it appears so but you don’t know what you’re dealing with.” What I wanted to ask and would was where the hell she’d gotten the training. “You need to listen to me. We’re under attack. Is there somewhere you can hide?”

“I’m not fucking hiding. What I need is a weapon.”

Pop! Pop! Pop!

The shots came from directly downstairs.

“Sorry, sugar. Fresh out of a spare. Stay right here.”

“That’s not going to happen and I call bullshit. You took the killer’s weapon. Give it to me.” She held out her hand, a smug look crossing her face.

I didn’t have time to argue with her. Goddamn hardheaded women. I yanked it from my pocket, handing it to her. “You sure you know how to use one of these things?”

“Yeah,” she retorted with acid in her tone. “I’m sure.”

It would seem the little lady had assorted hidden talents. “Stay right behind me.” At least she’d managed to throw on a pair of jeans and a tank top. Not a surprising outfit except for her combat boots. Yes, the girl held many secrets.

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