The man I hit with a vase all those weeks ago.
So we meet again.
“Ma’am. You can’t go in there.”
“Don’t make me fight you, big guy.”
He smirks and crosses his arms, blocking my way.
“I already took you out once, I’ll do it again.”
“I’d like to see you—”
Before he can finish the sentence, I knee him in the nuts. He crumples to the ground, holding his jewels.
“Sorry,” I hiss and run off toward the home.
Even though the gunfire has died down, I use caution as I approach. I divert my eyes from all the dead bodies and focus on finding Elias and Noah.
Broken glass crunches underneath my shoes when I walk through the open front door, and I’m glad I threw on my sneakers before leaving the penthouse.
In the living room, I spot someone. They’re holding a gun, uneasy on their feet as they attempt to sneak up on Elias.
Not today, asshole.
I spot a gun on the blood-stained hardwood floor and grab it. My hands shake as I point it at the massive man stalking Elias. He lifts his hand, prepared to shoot, but I pull the trigger first.
He humphs when it hits him in the upper back.
“Sage?” Elias asks, turning toward me.
He reaches me in three large strides and brings me into his arms as more people pile into the home. I close my eyes and cover my ears as three shots are fired.
Exactly three.
Upon opening my eyes, I spot three men dead on the ground, including the guy I shot in the back... who now has a bullet hole in his head.
I didn’t kill him.
Elias pulls away and smooths hair off my face.
“What are you doing in here?”
“The explosion. I thought... I’m sorry.”
Fuck. I’m crying again.
“Don’t be sorry. You saved my life. I didn’t hear that man approaching. Have you ever used a gun before?”
I shake my head.
“You're fucking perfect.”
“Elias!” a man yells and waves us over. He points down into the basement.
Elias releases me and calls Del’s name from the top of the stairs.
He’s on the move, descending the steps, careful to avoid the ones that are gone. I’m prepared to follow him down there, but he stops and glances over his shoulder.