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on my knees, praying
I’d go unnoticed, and took a look around. My heart fluttered when I saw it. Our trusty Ford was two cars behind us
with my beloved Ash behind the wheel .
A relieved smile washed over me for a
second…until I realized that they were still winning. They wanted Ash to come
rescue us. They wanted to get their revenge on him, not us.
I rested my face on the top of Tuck’s
soft, brown hair and took comfort in his familiar, little boy scent. I’d do
anything to protect him, and I knew Ash would too. I couldn’t blame him for
risking his life to save us.
Five short minutes later the van pulled
into the gravel driveway of an old house. Tall, shady oak trees and lush green
bushes lined the drive and provided the cover he needed to get us into the
house unseen.
The man hopped out of the van, slamming
the door behind him, and yanked open the side door.
“Get inside,” he barked at us. “Hurry.”
I nudged Tuck out of my lap and the man
reached out and grabbed him, plopping him on the hard cement floor, feet first.
I scooted across the floor of the van until I was able to get out, which was a
challenge with tied hands.
“Go, go,” he said as he placed his solid
hand on my back and pushed me towards a door where another man was waiting.
“Downstairs,” the other man said, his
beady eyes focusing on Tuck and me. Our driver stayed on the main floor while
the new guy followed us down to the basement.
A few faint lights provided just enough
light for us to see the outline of our figures, and Tuck clung close to my
side. Dampness filled my lungs and a musty odor that must have been decades old
lingered in the air.
“Sit down,” the man ordered. He pointed
to an empty space on the cold, cement floor by a cinder block wall.
I sat down and leaned my back against the
cool wall, which instantly sent shivers down my spine, and Tuck curled up in my
lap.
We waited, in silence, with our guard’s
eyes upon us at all times. He never flinched. Never blinked. Just stared. I
assumed he was given orders not to let us out of his sight and not to let us
move a muscle. Things were getting very real, very quickly.
The shade of the late evening sun swept
through and took out the last of the remaining daylight that trickled in
through a tiny, rectangular window on the far side of the basement.
The echo of footsteps coming down the stairs, jolted all of our heads in that direction. They
weren’t heavy stomps, like those of a man in big, leather boots. They were
lighter steps.
“MJ,” the guard said as she came out from
the stairway. “What are you doing down here?”
“There’s a situation upstairs,” she said.
She spoke to him, but her eyes were on mine. A mix of hopelessness and fear
glinted through her stare.
“Here,” the guard said as he headed
towards the stairs. “Take this. Don’t let them move an inch.”
He shoved a Glock 42 into her arms as he stomped up the stairs. I hadn’t even noticed he was
carrying a gun, and now I was sure he had others on him. That one was must have
been reserved especially for us.
MJ gripped her fingers around the gun and
then dropped it to her side, keeping her gaze honed in on us.
CHAPTER 15
The faint murmur of scuffles, stomps, and
growls on the floor above us echoed throughout the basement. Something was
happening upstairs, and I knew it could only mean one thing: Ash was there.
One man against ten, or however many
others were up there, could never end well. I hung my
head as hot tears rolled down my cheeks and landed on the top of Tuck’s head. My
eyes traced over to where MJ was sitting. She had cocked her gun and had it
pointed at the base of the stairs. If Ash came down, she would shoot him for
sure.
The scuffles above abruptly stopped, and
heavy footsteps stomped down the creaky
I’d go unnoticed, and took a look around. My heart fluttered when I saw it. Our trusty Ford was two cars behind us
with my beloved Ash behind the wheel .
A relieved smile washed over me for a
second…until I realized that they were still winning. They wanted Ash to come
rescue us. They wanted to get their revenge on him, not us.
I rested my face on the top of Tuck’s
soft, brown hair and took comfort in his familiar, little boy scent. I’d do
anything to protect him, and I knew Ash would too. I couldn’t blame him for
risking his life to save us.
Five short minutes later the van pulled
into the gravel driveway of an old house. Tall, shady oak trees and lush green
bushes lined the drive and provided the cover he needed to get us into the
house unseen.
The man hopped out of the van, slamming
the door behind him, and yanked open the side door.
“Get inside,” he barked at us. “Hurry.”
I nudged Tuck out of my lap and the man
reached out and grabbed him, plopping him on the hard cement floor, feet first.
I scooted across the floor of the van until I was able to get out, which was a
challenge with tied hands.
“Go, go,” he said as he placed his solid
hand on my back and pushed me towards a door where another man was waiting.
“Downstairs,” the other man said, his
beady eyes focusing on Tuck and me. Our driver stayed on the main floor while
the new guy followed us down to the basement.
A few faint lights provided just enough
light for us to see the outline of our figures, and Tuck clung close to my
side. Dampness filled my lungs and a musty odor that must have been decades old
lingered in the air.
“Sit down,” the man ordered. He pointed
to an empty space on the cold, cement floor by a cinder block wall.
I sat down and leaned my back against the
cool wall, which instantly sent shivers down my spine, and Tuck curled up in my
lap.
We waited, in silence, with our guard’s
eyes upon us at all times. He never flinched. Never blinked. Just stared. I
assumed he was given orders not to let us out of his sight and not to let us
move a muscle. Things were getting very real, very quickly.
The shade of the late evening sun swept
through and took out the last of the remaining daylight that trickled in
through a tiny, rectangular window on the far side of the basement.
The echo of footsteps coming down the stairs, jolted all of our heads in that direction. They
weren’t heavy stomps, like those of a man in big, leather boots. They were
lighter steps.
“MJ,” the guard said as she came out from
the stairway. “What are you doing down here?”
“There’s a situation upstairs,” she said.
She spoke to him, but her eyes were on mine. A mix of hopelessness and fear
glinted through her stare.
“Here,” the guard said as he headed
towards the stairs. “Take this. Don’t let them move an inch.”
He shoved a Glock 42 into her arms as he stomped up the stairs. I hadn’t even noticed he was
carrying a gun, and now I was sure he had others on him. That one was must have
been reserved especially for us.
MJ gripped her fingers around the gun and
then dropped it to her side, keeping her gaze honed in on us.
CHAPTER 15
The faint murmur of scuffles, stomps, and
growls on the floor above us echoed throughout the basement. Something was
happening upstairs, and I knew it could only mean one thing: Ash was there.
One man against ten, or however many
others were up there, could never end well. I hung my
head as hot tears rolled down my cheeks and landed on the top of Tuck’s head. My
eyes traced over to where MJ was sitting. She had cocked her gun and had it
pointed at the base of the stairs. If Ash came down, she would shoot him for
sure.
The scuffles above abruptly stopped, and
heavy footsteps stomped down the creaky
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