Page 86 of Bullet

I awoke to the sounds of shouting and gunfire.Ford.

Springing off the bed, I ran to the window and looked out. Night had fallen, and in the darkness, I could see the flash of guns as they were fired.

I have to get out of here.

I ran to the door and tried the handle, hoping in the commotion that Magda or Luisa might’ve unlocked it so I could get out. It jiggled but wouldn’t open.Dammit.

I took a few steps back and charged at the door, throwing my shoulder into it to try to bust it open. All I succeeded in was jamming my shoulder.

I paced impatiently in front of the door, trying to figure out a plan. Several minutes passed when I heard the sound of footsteps and voices nearing the door.

A few seconds later, the door flew open, and Matteo stormed in with six men. His face was a mask of rage as he stalked over to me, roughly grabbing me by the bicep. He barked at his men in Spanish as he practically dragged me out of the room.

Knowing that Ford was on the property, I struggled to get out of Matteo’s hold. He tightened his grasp as he ushered me down the stairs, surrounded by his men.

Blood and broken glass littered the pristine marble floor of the foyer. The front door was open, and I could see several bodies from both the cartel and MC lying motionless on the front lawn.

Please don’t be Ford, please don’t be Ford.

My eyes frantically scanned for Ford, but I didn’t catch sight of him as Matteo rushed me through the house to the back door. Chaos greeted us when we went outside, the cartel trying to hold off the bikers who’d come to my rescue.

The men guarding Matteo were slowly picked off as we made our way across the lawn toward a helicopter.Shit. I can’t let him get me in there, or I’ll never see Ford again.

I made myself go limp, dropping to the ground. Matteo cursed as he tried to pick me back up, but I kicked and screamed, making it as difficult as possible for him.

Then he hit me in the face with his gun, and everything went black.

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