Sarah's Seduction (Men of August 2)

Another bullet whizzed through the room.

“We’ll have to crawl out.” Marly was pale, but pulling together fast. “If we’re careful, we should be able to avoid the worst of the glass.”

Evidently, the bulletproof glass in the kitchen wasn’t so bullet proof. It had shattered into millions of sharp pieces after the second bullet.

“Belly crawl,” Sarah muttered. “Let’s get it the hell over with, before the bastard gets any closer.”

“Cade’s going to be really pissed over this one,” Marly sighed as they began to crawl across the room.

The bullets didn’t stop. The glass over the sink shattered as they crawled past it, sending a shower of glass spraying over them. Sarah couldn’t scream. She was terrified and evidently Marly was in the same shape. She felt the glass cutting into her arms, her bare legs, but moved quickly across the tile until they reached the door.

“Come on.” She jumped to her feet, helping Marly up behind her. “We have to get upstairs, Marly.”

“The men are hurt, Sarah,” Marly said, fear thickening her voice. “They would have been here by now if they weren’t.”

Sarah knew that. Brock would have been here by now if something weren’t holding him up. She couldn’t even consider he was hurt. If she did, she would lose it. Panic would destroy her, and she couldn’t panic right now.

She eased the kitchen door open, her heart pounding so hard and fast she could hear nothing but the blood rushing through her own veins. The gunfire had ceased, which meant he was likely trying to get to the house. There was no return gunfire. Brock , Cade, nor Sam were rushing into the house, which meant it appeared they were screwed for the moment.

Staying close to the wall Sarah and Marly eased through the dining room until they came to the foyer. Taking a deep breath, Sarah peeked around the wall, seeing the front door open, giving anyone a clear view into the house. Why was the door open—

“Hello.” Sinister, evil, the sound of the mechanically distorted voice whispered from the shadows of the staircase.

Sarah froze. She felt Marly stiffen beside her. She watched as the black clad figure moved from the end of the staircase, his eyes glittering wildly from behind the holes of the pullover mask he wore.

“Sweet Sarah, innocent Marly. Where are your men, I wonder?” He sounded gleeful, smug and confident.

“They’ll be here.” Sarah raised her head, refusing to let the bastard see her fear. “And when they get here, they’ll kill you.”

Damn, there had to be a dozen security guards out there too. What the hell had happened? One man couldn’t have taken them out.

“I believe they are all safely napping, along with their guards,” the stalker sighed, the sound hollow and echoing in the silence of the room. “Tranquilizers are an amazing thing sometimes. If you move carefully, you can take out a whole team of men, and none of them know what happened.”

Marly sagged against the wall beside Sarah.

“So kill us.” He intended to anyway, she wasn’t about to beg him.

He moved closer.

“What’s wrong with sweet little Marly?” Despite the cruel voice, Sarah gained the impression he was suddenly hesitant, concerned.

“You shot her,” she bit out. “What do you think is wrong with her?”

There was surprise in the dark eyes, in the way his body jerked.

“No. I was aiming at you.”

“Then you fucked up, big boy,” Sarah informed him, her voice harsh.

What the hell was Marly up to? It was just a damned flesh wound. A deep one, she admitted, but it looked worse than what it was.

Then Marly whimpered. A pain-ridden, bleak sound as she started to fall. Sarah jumped in surprise as the assailant jumped for the other woman.

“Run,” Marly screamed, suddenly moving quickly.

Her leg shot out in a karate move that would have done Jackie Chan proud as she swept the man’s feet out from under him. His gun went flying as he screamed out in rage.

Grabbing Marly’s arm Sarah ran for the door, careening past it and turning the corner as hard arms grabbed her from behind.