Page 98 of Blackstone's Heart
"Yeah." Ethan growled.
Frame by frame the four men watched. They saw as he reached in his jacket, raised the gun, and began firing at the ceiling. The whole time the man never took his eyes off Krista. About thirty seconds after he started firing, the man started running.
"Bring up six." Tony ordered.
"Six is up." Grant replied.
Ethan's heart dropped. There, live and in living color was the man who had terrorized Krista for over a year. The man who killed Jerry, who had shot at his men. Shock led to anger. Ethan clenched his fist as silence filled the room.
"Holy shit!"
"Fuck me!"
Ethan couldn't speak. He could only stare into the dead, unfeeling eyes of Cutter Ingram. Like a breaker tripping dread shot through him. "Oh Fuck."
"What?" Grant demanded.
"He knows where I live. I hosted a birthday party for Wilson last year. He was there." Ethan stated, his eyes suddenly widening and fear began creeping in them. “I…oh holy hell. He knows my security set up.”
"Shit. Grant, go get Fortney and Gage. Harker, call your boys. Ethan, you need to call Lance and Krista. I'll call Wilson." Tony barked out, once he realized Ethan was in shock at the moment.
Krista pulled the last batch of cookies from the oven and sat the cookie sheet on the cooling rack. She chuckled as she looked at Lance. The man sat at the island bar polishing off his fourth double chocolate macadamia nut cookie. She just shook her head and laughed.
"What?" Lance asked around a mouthful of cookie.
"You just remind me of my brother Danny. He always loved these cookies and would eat the whole batch if he wasn't watched." Krista grinned.
"I can see why. These are damn good cookies." He shrugged.
Krista laughed and went about cleaning up. She was surprised when Lance joined her at the sink. She washed and he dried them and put them in the dish rack on the counter. The two then left the kitchen and headed back to the living room. Krista was just reaching for the remote when Lance's phone rang.
"What's up?" Lance spoke.
At that moment the lights went out. Krista felt Lance grab her arm and the clatter of his phone hitting the floor. "Lance?"
"Shit, the power's been cut. Give it a second and the emergency lights will click on." Lance hissed.
Sure enough, low blue lights lit up along the baseboards. In the low lighting Krista saw Lance withdraw his .45. She in turn pulled out her own weapon. Staying firmly behind Lance, she followed him to the doorway of the living room. Across the hall from them was the kitchen, the swinging door closed.
"Okay, I want you to stay right here. I'm going to go and check out the kitchen. If it's clear, we'll get out that way since it's closer to the car. If not, we'll go out the front." Lance ordered.
"Alright." Krista nodded.
Giving him one more nod, Krista slipped behind the doorway of the living room, using the wall as cover. She watched Lance quietly move through the shadows toward the kitchen door. Her own gun held tight. Holding her breath, she saw Lance slip into the kitchen.
'Okay Kris. Stay calm. Ethan and the others will come. You know that.'She thought to herself trying her best to keep her breathing slow and even.
She jumped nearly a foot when the two gunshots rang through the silent house. Half of her wanted to barge into the kitchen and check on Lance. However, the rational part knew that if she did, she could very well be shot herself. Licking her lips and adjusting her grip on the pistol, she aimed it for the door. If it wasn't Lance that walked through the door, she was blowing their ass to hell.
The seconds passed. What was maybe only a minute, felt like a lifetime to her. One second she was in near complete darkness and the next, the lights blazed back to life. She bit back a hiss and covered her eyes. That moment was all that was needed. Before her eyes opened again, she was grabbed, twirled around and her back pressed to a chest. She vaguely registered the sound of her gun falling to the hardwood floors.
"Hello my dear Kris."
Chapter 27
"Fuck!" Ethan yelled when the call was disconnected after he heard it clattering to the floor.
"I got Bravo team en route Ethan. We're ten minutes away." Gage reported as he sped through the streets of Austin.
