Page 78 of Accidentally Mine
“Claudia’s in there, so I’m not just going to turn tail.”
“Get your ass back in your car!”he demanded.“Now!”
One of the men peered in through the window and perked up, motioning the other to look too.The second man grinned as I heard a voice yelling from inside.
This was my chance.
I cut off the call again as I came close to the front of the trailer on the sidewalk.Acting quickly, I skirted around to the back of the trailer, pressing myself up against the chain-link fence, hoping I could get a better look from the back.There was another set of stairs leading up to a platform, and another door with a window.Splinters dug into my hands as I raised myself up onto the wobbly platform, crawling across it on my knees, inching toward the window.
I peered between narrow horizontal blinds to see Roselynn standing against the wall nearest me.A man in a black suit was pressing the barrel of a gun to her forehead.
My muscles tensed so tight it hurt.
The man was about my age, good-looking, and had a superior sneer on his face.A look that was intent on payback.I had no doubt that this was Anthony, the ex-boyfriend she’d mentioned.He’d found her, like she always knew he would.Fucker.
And now he was going to kill her.
My chest tightened as my mind whirred through possibilities as I searched the room for Claudia.All of the scenarios I came up with would probably get us all killed.But instinct pushed me to barge in there.I raked my hands through my hair, trying to pull together some sane thought as I scanned the street that I could see for the police.
They weren’t here.And that meant I’d have to take things into my own hands.
Only one solution came to me.I couldn’t just stand by and let him have his way with her.If only to buy Roselynn some time, I’d have to go in there, make myself a target.
As I backed away from the window, I caught sight of something else, half-buried beneath one of the desks.Something that made my blood turn to solid ice.
A body lying on the floor, surrounded by a pool of blood.
24
Brent
Everything was going wrong.What the fuck were the police thinking, turning on their sirens?Why not just announce on a bullhorn that they were coming in on a St.Patrick’s Day parade float?
“Cut the sirens!”I hissed into the phone as I crouched behind the trailer.I couldn’t see the police cars, but hell, everyone in South Boston knew they were near.“Can you tell them to cut the sirens?”
“Dammit,” Kyle said.There was a long pause where I heard muffled yelling.“What’s going on now?”
“I don’t know,” I mumbled softly into the receiver.I’d gotten down on the ground to make the call.After I’d seen Roselynn leaning against the wall with the gun pointed at her, the body lying on the floor, I’d changed positions and looked through the other side of the back door window.From there, I’d seen my sister, her face rigid with fear.
Thank god.I didn’t know who had been on the floor, but at least Claudia was okay.Still, I knew there wasn’t much time.
I told Kyle to hold on as I climbed up onto the platform again and ventured another look inside.My blood boiled when that Anthony prick walked right up to Roselynn and kissed her forehead as she cried, her limbs trembling in fear.
Anthony Markin, whose head I wanted to tear from his neck.
The older man with the same thick hair, only salt-and-pepper, had to have been his father, the mafia kingpin.The two appeared to enjoy terrorizing innocent women.
Women I happened to love.
I was not going to fucking just stand by and let this happen.I’d die first.
I watched as the younger one brought his gun up to Roselynn’s head as she shook against the wall, closing her eyes as if in physical pain.
“Oh, shit,” I breathed into the phone.“Kyle.”
“I’m on my way.I’ll be there in two minutes.”
“Two minutes might be too late, man.They have guns pointed at their fucking heads.There’s a man on the floor, and he’s bleeding.”
