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“Yes, Amelia, they are. Get to the back door. Now.”

“I’m scared.”

“I know baby. I know.”

I stumble numbly towards the kitchen, back towards the back door where I’d been having coffee. I’d left that door open. It comes into view, but I wasn’t alone.

The second man that Gabriel had left to watch me this morning was standing on the other side. He grins cruelly when he sees me, lifts his hand and waves with his fingers.

“I can’t get out the back door,” I tell Gabriel. “The other man, he’s the one who killed him. He’s blocking the door.”

“Okay Amelia, listen to me, there is a panic room. It has not been used in years but its operational. You have to go upstairs.”

“Which room?”

“Your old room, there is a button on the inside of the closet. Press it.”

“Okay, I’m going now.”

I turn towards the stairs and freeze.

“Oh my god,” I breathe out.

“Hello Amelia.”

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“Oh my God.” Her whisper is filled with terror.

“Amelia!” I roar but the phone goes dead.

I’m running, my legs hitting the dirt hard and fast. I needed to get to her. Now!

Atlas, Devon and Enzo keep my pace, not understanding why but sensing the urgency.

I try calling again but she doesn’t pick up.

And then I’m driving, the wheels of my car skidding through the gravel. Enzo speeds off ahead of me, his motorbike quicker and more agile in the traffic.

He’d get there. He’d get there and save her.

“Gabriel, talk to me, what’s happening?”

“They’ve gone after Amelia. They’re in the house.”

“Your men are there, yes?”

“One’s dead,” my hands grip the wheel, “The other is a traitor.”

“Shit.”

“If they hurt her…”

“We’ll get there in time!” Devon growls, pulling out his phone. He starts calling people, contacts, my men and the cops. “Someone will get there in time!”

“Who is it!?” I demand. “WHO!?”

“I guess we’re about to find out,” Devon says somberly as I swerve through the streets in the city. Atlas was on my tail, Enzo long gone.

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