Page 157 of Sinning for Santa

“We have to go. Under no circumstances are you to leave my side unless I tell you to,” I snap, and she nods in agreement, not at all put off by my abrupt mood change.

Taking her hand, I tug her along behind me as we climb the stairs, and before we reach the top, I pull my gun from under my red fucking Santa suit.

Aiming it out in front of me, we walk quietly through the empty bar, and out onto the street where music no longer plays, and a large group of people seem to be congregated down at the chapel.

“Cameras have picked him up dragging Melissa around.” Finn hurries up the path to us. “Last sighting was of them heading back this way, but we lost them in the woods.”

“I heard chatter.” I tap on my ear where the earpiece is. “Who was he shooting at?”

“Dunno. Dom seems to think it’s a woman. She was chasing them, surprisingly.”

Frowning, I glance over his shoulder at the chapel where some of my men are guarding.

“Are the visitors in there?” I gesture my head and he nods.

“And our women and children. All except Melissa and Jaxcen.”

“Do you think it’s one of the visitors?” I ask and again he shrugs.

Pulling out my phone I call Dom, who answers immediately.

“Boss.”

“This other woman. What does she look like?”

“I haven’t been able to get a good look. She keeps to the shadows. Her hair is long and dark.”

My gaze shoots to Finn, who is frowning now.

“Where was Mr V running from? Do we know where he was before this woman started chasing him?”

“I don’t know exactly. Somewhere up near Wattle Way. Near Finn’s joint.”

Finn’s eyes snap to mine, and a slow smirk kicks up my lips.

“Have you checked to see if your guest is still locked up?” I ask Finn, who shakes his head, eyes wide with panic.

“I drugged her though.”

“Who’s your guest?” Jaxcen butts in, and Finn answers absentmindedly as he looks over his shoulder up the street, as if considering running up the hill to his house.

“Her name is Frankie. We saved her from Holly River Estate before we set fire to it.”

Jaxcen starts laughing, like really laughing. The kind of laugh that’s full bodied and a little deranged.

“Little mouse?” I ask, and she waves me off, like I’m an idiot before trying to compose herself.

“You drugged her? With what?” she asks Finn, whose brows are pinched.

“The stuff Dr Xavier had for you,” he answers.

“And did you use the dose amount on the bottle?” she asks, trying not to laugh again.

“Well, yeah, maybe a little more.”

She scoffs, waving her hand. “That woman has been in the facility for years. She would have built a tolerance for the drugs. It would take a lot more to keep her out for an extended period of time.”

My brows hitch and Finn looks even more panicked.

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