Beauty and the Billionaire

“Katelyn, this is serious. Pay attention. Can you get in the closet please?”

Chris guided me to the closet and moved some things out of the way. He had me climb in to the way back and then he put the items in front of me.

“How long do I need to stay here?”

“Until I come for you.”

“Alright.”

I could hear Chris moving something around and then he left my room. It was hot and stuffy in the closet but I tried to stay put for as long as possible. Unfortunately that only lasted about sixty seconds and I was up and looking out the window at Chris’ house again.

I had never been very good at listening as a child and was horrible at hide and seek. I just had to see what was going on with Chris, there was no physical way possible that I could sit at home and watch the coverage of the event from my bedroom. I could hardly see anything from there.

Slowly I made my way down the stairs and toward the front door.

Chapter 29

I watched Chris leave my house and slowly make his way toward the front door of his own house. He really did look like some sort of professional police officer or military man. His eyes were focused and there wasn’t anything that could distract him.

He had a gun drawn and pointed at his house in a defensive position. I had never seen him look so serious since we met. It was scary and invigorating all at the same time.

I thought that I should go back to the closet but then I figured it would probably be just as safe to look out my window. Really if someone wanted to kidnap me they would eventually find me in the closet anyways.

I watched intently as Chris made his way around the outside of his house. He would look in the windows when he thought he could see something and then he would move around to the next window.

Most of the fight movies and other crime dramas that I watched would have already had the hero blowing the doors up and just going inside to see what was going on. I was waiting for something exciting to happen, but Chris just kept looking around the exterior of the house.

He must have seen something when he looked through his front window though, because he kicked down the front door very quickly. I opened my window to see if I could hear what was going on and all I could hear was a faint commotion.

But soon I heard gunshots ringing out throughout his house and I ran down to the front door. I didn’t know what I would be able to do and I certainly wasn’t sure what I was getting myself into, but I couldn’t let something bad happen to Chris.

As I ran out of my house and toward Chris’ house a black SUV pulled up. A man that I had seen at the airport with Chris a few days before came over to me.

“Get back in the house. Lock the doors and don’t come back out.”

I didn’t question him as he was carrying what looked like a very large semi-automatic gun. I turned around and went straight back into the house. I did feel a sense of relief that someone else was there and that they would help Chris.

The thought came to me that the people in his house must really want something bad if they kept coming back to his house to look for it. I wondered what it was that they were looking for. Certainly it would have to be worth a lot of money or important in some other way. Perhaps they just wanted Chris and that was why they kept coming back.

I locked my door behind me and pushed a few things in front of it. Then I

went around the house and made sure all the other easy entrances were locked and had a few things pushed in front of the doors. I went back to the front window to see if I could figure out what was going on and just then I heard a rain of shots being fired.

It sounded like one shot went on by itself and then several shots went off right after that. I estimated that it was probably more than one gun going off during the event because the sounds were closer together. My heart sank as I watched the house for a clue as to what was going on. But I just couldn’t take it. I finally opened my door and walked slowly over to Chris’ house. I could feel the eyes on me, but I wasn’t sure if they were good guy eyes or bad guy eyes.

I took a deep breath and moved closer and closer.

There was no more gun fire going on, and one of the people that Chris had called came bursting out of the house and running toward their SUV. I could hear him on his cell phone and that was what scared me to death.

“Charlie tango niner, we have an officer down. Unmarked only, but send assistance now.”

I stood still by the rock garden in front of Chris’ house and tried to look in the window to see if I could figure out what was going on. The man went back into the house with a first aid kit and I could hear a man grunting. I tried to just look through the window but I couldn’t see anything. Instead, I ended up going to the front door. I didn’t know what was going on, but I did know the man I was starting to have feelings for was in that house.

Chapter 30

There wasn’t anyone guarding the front door so I took a step inside the living room of Chris’ house. What I saw was worse than any television show or crime drama. I instantly saw why there was no need for anyone to be guarding the front door.

There were two men lying on the ground who had been shot. One of them had his face looking upward and the other had his face down to the carpet. Blood was pooling up around the men and I felt like I was going to pass out after seeing it. No one was in the living room and instead seemed to be going back to another room, the second bedroom in the house. It was the room I thought Chris had been keeping those ten large duffle bags in.