It was as slight as the flap of a butterfly’s wing. As delicate as a thread pulled taut, snapping under the pressure.
She-Bear grabbed the hand of the man with a pistol to her neck, cupping the pistol grip in an uppercut motion until it pointed upward. He popped off a shot that went high, hitting the ceiling, spraying drywall around us in a puff of mist. I fired my weapon, and that man’s head fell back, his face opening up like a pomegranate fruit, red and white juice spurting out. The girl screamed, running for the door.
At the same time, Rose fired, hitting center mass on one man. Bellamy fired once, and another man went down. Rose fired a second shot, and it went wide, glancing on the fourth man’s shoulder as he fell to the floor.
The She-Bear lunged.
The man falling to the ground with the shoulder wound fired his weapon at Mina’s retreating back.
The She-Bear threw herself into the air, absorbing the bullet into her abdomen, thrown off her trajectory and into the wall.
Mina screamed.
The door opened.
She screamed, “Aldon! Aldon! Aldon!”
There was a commotion around us, as bodies filled the room.
Rose and I both lifted our hands in the air, the pistols on safe, as black-clad men and women of the Underground Circuit stomped in, guns blazing, separating us all.
The She-Bear and the girl were together again. Mina was guarding her with her lithe body, her hands over the wound that bubbled through her fingers. Bellamy tried to approach, the She-Bear growled.
“Stay away!” Her arm shot around Mina, as if to protect her, even as she bled out.
“Don't you understand?” Bellamy growled. “I know her!!”
“You don’t touch without her consent,” the She-Bear’s eyes darkened, and I swear the ground shook beneath the two of them, the distance between Bellamy and the two women growing.
“Do you know this man?” A woman in black said, her long straight hair down to the middle of her back. She was talking to Mina, and nodding at Bellamy.
She placed a gun to Bellamy’s head, looking at the girl with suspicious eyes.
“Tell me who is holding you here against your will,” the woman asked, pressing her Desert Eagle into Bellamy’s temple. He looked at her with a strange fascination that looked nothing like fear, but amusement.
A man walked in, his simple, well-cut suit with midnight blue lapels were understated in a way that reeked of wealth.
“What on earth is going on here?” he asked, pulling a watch on a chain from his pocket, flipping it open, then closed again. “Who is calling me?”
“Aldon?” Mina’s little voice came through the blur of chatter.
Aldon’s eyes widened, then narrowed. They widened again as he gasped and fell to his knees.
Bellamy fished a phone from his pocket, and it vibrated in his hand. His eyes narrowed.
“Bloody Hell. Handle this, Mountbatten,” he said, as he ran out of the room.
Chapter 29
Calissandra
Unknown
He put a bagover my head. He tied me by the wrists and ankles and took me in a car to God knows where. The car turned and wove. I couldn’t tell what was up and down. I had no clue what direction we were going. I couldn't think, because he kept his phone on speaker.
I could hear my boys breathing, and talking on the other end.
“I love you, Mummy. I love you Rem,” Romulus said, his nose sniffling. “I love you so much.”