Page 111 of Obsession

This time, my eyes move toward the skylight.

“Megan?”

I see the dark figure, and then I see the heavy-looking gun aimed right at Hunter. I don’t hesitate, my instincts kicking in as I shove him back, screaming, “Get out of the way!”

He stumbles backward, and I see the momentary surprise in his eyes before they turn sharp. The bullet ricochets off the floor and into the bed frame, which scares the hell out of me. I jump backward, falling onto the ground.

There’s a brief silence, and I exhale, thinking that it’s over. But the hail of bullets that begin, all of them targeted at Hunter, has my heart leaping out of my chest. Any person with half a brain would realize this had nothing to do with me and would run out of the room.

But I can’t leave Hunter alone.

My brain and the adrenaline coursing through my body are working at cross purposes as I crawl towards the bedside table.

“Get out, Megan.” Hunter snarls. “Now!”

However, I’m moving deeper into the room, my body cold with both fear and determination. I can’t see what Hunter is doing right now, but I can hear movement. It sounds like he’s finally got a hold of his gun. The bullets keep coming, however, which is why I’m crawling so close to the bed. Hopefully, I can crawl under it.

I let out a short scream, covering my ears with my hands when the sound of shattering glass fills the room. The rapid exchange of fire that ensues is deafening, and I force myself, trembling and all, to move. I have to get to the cell phone on the bedside table.

“I told you to get out, Megan!” Hunter roars as he returns fire, his voice furious and filled with a tinge of something that Ican’t really identify. However, hearing him gives me the courage to move faster.

I ignore the pain that the shattered glass is causing against my wrists. It scrapes along every exposed part of my body as I crawl across the floor, and I bite my cheek in pain. Reaching the table, I slide half of my body underneath the bed for cover as I dart up my hand and feel for the cell phone.

“What are you doing?” Hunter demands angrily.

Then I hear an empty click and fear he’s out of ammunition. Unfortunately, the shooter on the roof seems to realize it, too. As the barrage of gunfire continues, I quickly fiddle with the phone, my fingers sliding and slipping over the screen because of the blood on my hands. I manage to find the flashlight application, and then I immediately roll over onto my back, flashing the shooter in the eyes.

I hear a cursing sound, and the shooting stops for a moment.

“Get out!” I yell at Hunter, who jumps over the bed, grabs me by the middle, and then carries me out of the room within a second. He doesn’t even put me down, striding over to the coffee table in the living room and reaching under it. When he pulls out another handgun, I look horrified. There must be hidden guns all over this apartment.

“You don’t plan on staying and fighting, do you? That guy is clearly trying to kill you. He’s got some sort of bazooka or something. Call the police, and let’s get out of here.”

“If it were a bazooka, we’d both be dead. I need to call Lars and Parker. I’ll get my phone.”

I soon realize that I dropped his phone on the floor when he pulled me out, and my hands tighten on his arm.

“You can’t go back in there. He’ll kill you. What if he’s in the apartment as we speak?” I whisper.

Hunter gives me a cold smile.

“We’d be dead already, and trust me, I’m not that easy to kill. Now, go do what I said.“

Hunter’s words are barely out of his mouth when the front door bursts open, and four men charge in, armed to the teeth. For a moment, I forgot that they were in the building, but Vaughn and Christian enter the apartment with Lars and Parker already behind them. Each man has a unique but grim expression on their face.

“The alarm tripped,” Parker explains. That’s how we got here so fast. “What the fuck happened?”

Parker notices my bloody arms. “You okay, Megan?”

Then Lars moves forward towards me, his eyes concerned. “Were you shot?”

I look at both of Hunter’s loyal security guards blankly. I think I may be going into shock. Hunter suddenly tightens his hold before turning me around to face him.

“Wait, were you shot?”

“What?” I look at all the concerned male faces in the room. “No, it was the glass on the floor from... the skylight. Oh my God, the shooter was on the skylight,” I whisper, as if the man who just unleashed a gazillion bullets into Hunter’s bedroom would just be in the other room, eavesdropping. It just hits me that he must be either gone or dead because the shooting has stopped.

Lars gives me one last look before he and Parker rush inside the bedroom. “We’ll check it out and get you some pants, boss.”

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