Ben turns us to the left, with his gun still held out in front, and then turns to the right.

It’s dark, so dark.

Fuck, who’s here?

I screw up my face in fear.

“It’s them. I’ve got a visual on camera. Shoot to kill. I repeat: shoot to kill,” I hear Ethan’s voice through the earpiece. “One on the southern side of the house, near the gym, and there’s one in the front garden. He’s coming up to your place, Buzz.”

Ben tightens his arms around me, his gun aimed at the door.

“I’ve got him in sight,” Jed whispers from his place on the roof.

The lights flicker and then the generator kicks in and the lights go on.

A gunshot sounds.

Silence.

Then five quick shots in succession.

“Get to Bridget!” Brock yells through the earpiece. “Get to Bridget!”

Tears roll down my face, I’ve never been so terrified. Ben squeezes me tightly in his arms. I hear a bang and then the door and another round of fire.

“Got him. Man down!” Jed yells. “Man down!”

Another two shots are fired.

“The other one’s running!” Ethan yells. “He’s going for the front fence.”

“Get him,” Ben growls. He grabs me and throws me into the wardrobe. “Brock and Jed, get over here to Bridget. I’m going after him!” Ben yells.

“No. No, no.” I try to grab Ben’s arm. “Don’t go; it’s not safe.”

He slams the door in my face. I hear the front door bang in the distance and then another shot is fired. I put my hands over my face and begin to rock.

I hear a motorbike start in the distance, and then another one roar after it, and then a loud crash before tires screech off, the noise fading into the distance.

Dead silence.

My breath echoes in the small space around me.

What the fuck just happened?

“Bridget?” Brock calls as he walks into our villa.

“Here,” I cry. “I’m in here.”

He opens the door and his face falls when he sees me cowering on the floor, in tears.

He scoops me up and holds me against his chest. “It’s okay, baby. It’s okay.”

“Where’s Ben?” I cry.

“He’s gone after him.”

“It’s not safe. ” I cry. “Brock, go get him.”

Jed appears and he frowns when he sees me. He’s out of breath. “He’ll be fine,” he states calmly.

“I need a sheet,” Jed says casually.

My eyes widen. “What for?”

“To put over the body,” Brock answers flatly.

My eyes fill with tears. “He’s dead?” I whisper in horror.

“Yep.” Brock opens his gun and checks his ammunition. He snaps it shut as his cold eyes rise to meet mine.

Dear God, this is what they do.

Do I even know these men at all?

I drop my gaze to stare at the floor as my mind begins to close in. “Where’s Ben?” I whisper through tears.

“He’s with Matt. They went after him on the motorbikes.”

I shake my head as I break from Brock’s grip. “Are you sure there were just two of them?”

“Positive.”

“Go find them. I need you to go bring Ben home,” I whisper.

“He’ll be back soon.”

Ethan runs into the room, panting. “Are you okay?”

I nod as I drop to a seated position on the bed. “What do we do now?” I ask meekly as my eyes search theirs.

“Now… we wait.”

Brock and Matt pace back and forth, their guns in their hands, as I sit crouched in a fetal position on the lounge, Jed is waiting out the front for their return. The house is lit up, every light shining brightly.

The house is also silent.

Eerily silent.

It’s as if everybody is too scared to speak.

It’s been forty minutes. Where are they?

A man’s body is under a sheet out on the front lawn, and I have no fucking idea where my husband is.

“What if something has happened?” I dare to ask, not knowing if I want the answer.

Brock and Rick’s eyes meet.

“How will we know if something has happened to them?” I ask as I begin to feel my nerves escalate even higher.

“Nothing will happen. They’ve got it. It’s one man.”

“W-what if it wasn’t just one?” I stammer. “What if there were, like, ten of them around the corner, waiting?” My face falls. “What if it was a trap?”

I hear a motorbike in the distance getting closer and closer.

“It’s them!” Jed yells, and I jump off the lounge.

One motorbike. One motorbike.

I wince and my tears begin to fall, and Brock takes me into his arms.

Then the sound of a second motorbike fills the air as it comes through the gates, and I drop my head to Brock’s shoulder in relief.

Two motorbikes.

They both made it back.

The boys all run outside. I can hear them talking, but all I can do is drop my head into my hands and weep.

“I’m here, Didge. It’s okay, angel.”

I look up and see Ben standing in the doorway. I scrunch up my face before I run and jump into his arms, grateful when he holds me tight in return.

Tags: T.L. Swan Romance
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