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One of Rossi’s men appears in the doorway to the foyer.
“Gage behind us.” I yell out.
He spins around and fires off several rounds, hitting the man in his chest every time. The quick spin and the lack of food on my stomach causes me to become dizzy. The hallway spins and my stomach lurches.
Don’t throw up. Don’t throw up. Please, God, don’t let me throw up.
When he gets to the end of the hallway, he pushes on the door, but it won’t budge. He even tries to kick it, but it stays closed.
“Son of a bitch.” He mutters before turning around and racing toward the foyer.
The front door is splintered, and the wall is crumbled. Bloodied bodies litter the foyer and are half covered in debris.
He kicks some concrete and stone out of the way, clearing a path to the front door. “We’re going out front.”
He slowly walks through the hole where the front door used to be. I watch his back, making sure no one sneaks up and surprises us.
“What about my car?” I ask when we are on the front lawn.
“Where was it?” Gage asks as he spins around.
“I parked it right here.”
“Well, I would assume that it’s gone. Don’t worry, we can get you a new one. There wasn’t anything important inside your car, was there?”
Just some ultrasounds.
“Nothing that can’t be replaced.”
Gage nods and jogs down the long driveway to the busted up gate, stepping over and around dead bodies and debris.
“It’s a total bloodbath. How many guys are here with you?” I try to look for any movement, but come up short.
“Just me, Spencer, Rhett, and Joey.”
“It looks like a small army came through here.”
Explosions happened all over the place. Most of the house has collapsed, except for the front corner where I was.
They had to have known I was there, and that’s why it’s still standing.
When we make it through the gate, he helps me down before throwing the bags of cash in the backseat.
“Come on. I’ll help you up.”
With a little boost, I climb into the passenger seat and buckle my seat belt. He closes the door and jogs around to the driver’s side.
Grabbing his phone, he dials someone and puts the call on speakerphone.
“What’s going on, Gage? Did you get her out safely?”
It’s Spencer.
“Yeah, we’re in my truck.”
“Ten four. We’re on our way to you.”
Police sirens sound in the distance.