fleas. I’d rather use my fists, but I make do with the situation.
My aim is always on point, but Buck’s the guy for this job. Too bad he can’t stay away from Lennon for five goddamn minutes to do what needs to be done.
Giving the Win a once over, I rest it against the rock in front of me and get a good look through the scope. Lining it up with the road, I take a breath.
My fucking phone rings
Fuck .
Jerking it out of my pocket, I see Ellison’s name scroll across the screen. I ignore the call. Turning the ringer off, I toss it onto the ground at my feet, but I catch her name pop back up.
Jesus .
Ellison never calls back, and I mean never. Hell, she rarely ever calls me. Something in the pit of my stomach has me reaching for the phone and answering it real damn quick.
“Babe, not a good time…”
The rumble of engines gets even closer in the background.
“Rock?” she whispers. Her voice, quiet and scared, sends the hairs on the back of my neck on end. Something isn’t right.
“What? What’s wrong?” Down at the bottom of the hill, in the mess of trees, I catch Tyler giving me the go ahead.
Worst goddamn timing ever.
“There are people in my apartment,” she breathes into the phone. My stomach plummets straight to my fucking ass.
I have two choices; shoot blindly and hope to fuck I hit someone important, or stay, get the job done, and pray like hell that nothing happens to her in the time it takes me make some head rolls.
“Hang on, baby. I’ll be there as soon as I can. I want you to hide somewhere until I get there.” Ending the call, I drop it to my feet.
Sighting the gun, I watch as three Raiders plow down the snow covered gravel. My finger flexes and my heart slows. Then, I take a deep breath and shoot.
Focused on Ellison, I get my part done, and I’m up and off the hill in a heartbeat.
“Someone’s in Ellison’s place,” I shout over my shoulder halfway to my bike. Getting my bike from the bushes, I fire it up. My brothers will handle business.
“Go,” Tyler hollers at my back, and I’m gone.
Ellison
I’m not sure if the shake in my hands is from the cold or the adrenaline. My knees knock together and my teeth chatter as I hunker down. Crouching, my ass resting on my heels, I lean into the old siding of my building, trying desperately to blend in. Arms tucked against my sides, I hold my breath and pray.
Over the roof of the adjacent building, I catch the last little bit of sun disappearing behind the shingles. The sun goes down, and so does any bit of warmth I had.
Shit .
I can hear the men on the other side of my window, inside of my warm apartment, going through my things. Whoever they are, they’re in my room—my personal space. My stomach tightens at the idea of someone’s grubby, unfamiliar hands pawing at my shit.
Clutching my phone like a lifeline, I pray like hell that Rock gets here before that window opens. I’d hate to jump, but I will if I have to.
I had no one else to call, so I called Rock, knowing he’d answer.
I’d only been home for three damn minutes, enough time to set my purse down and peel off my coat when I heard boots coming up the steps and into the hall. Without a thought, I unlocked the door and looked out, assuming it was Rock. Unfamiliar voices alerted me to my colossal mistake.
I managed to grab my phone from my purse, and made it to my bedroom before I heard the front door open, followed by footsteps walking into my living room. I made it out the window and onto the concrete ledge outside.
Shivering from the wind and snow, I listen to them talk, not able to make out anything they’re saying. The voices finally stop, and so does my heart. Fear keeps me from peeking through the window, even when curiosity nags at me. Did they leave? Steal all of my crappy stuff?
Wrapping my arms around myself, I shiver violently, trying to keep warm, but it’s no use. I can either sit out here
My aim is always on point, but Buck’s the guy for this job. Too bad he can’t stay away from Lennon for five goddamn minutes to do what needs to be done.
Giving the Win a once over, I rest it against the rock in front of me and get a good look through the scope. Lining it up with the road, I take a breath.
My fucking phone rings
Fuck .
Jerking it out of my pocket, I see Ellison’s name scroll across the screen. I ignore the call. Turning the ringer off, I toss it onto the ground at my feet, but I catch her name pop back up.
Jesus .
Ellison never calls back, and I mean never. Hell, she rarely ever calls me. Something in the pit of my stomach has me reaching for the phone and answering it real damn quick.
“Babe, not a good time…”
The rumble of engines gets even closer in the background.
“Rock?” she whispers. Her voice, quiet and scared, sends the hairs on the back of my neck on end. Something isn’t right.
“What? What’s wrong?” Down at the bottom of the hill, in the mess of trees, I catch Tyler giving me the go ahead.
Worst goddamn timing ever.
“There are people in my apartment,” she breathes into the phone. My stomach plummets straight to my fucking ass.
I have two choices; shoot blindly and hope to fuck I hit someone important, or stay, get the job done, and pray like hell that nothing happens to her in the time it takes me make some head rolls.
“Hang on, baby. I’ll be there as soon as I can. I want you to hide somewhere until I get there.” Ending the call, I drop it to my feet.
Sighting the gun, I watch as three Raiders plow down the snow covered gravel. My finger flexes and my heart slows. Then, I take a deep breath and shoot.
Focused on Ellison, I get my part done, and I’m up and off the hill in a heartbeat.
“Someone’s in Ellison’s place,” I shout over my shoulder halfway to my bike. Getting my bike from the bushes, I fire it up. My brothers will handle business.
“Go,” Tyler hollers at my back, and I’m gone.
Ellison
I’m not sure if the shake in my hands is from the cold or the adrenaline. My knees knock together and my teeth chatter as I hunker down. Crouching, my ass resting on my heels, I lean into the old siding of my building, trying desperately to blend in. Arms tucked against my sides, I hold my breath and pray.
Over the roof of the adjacent building, I catch the last little bit of sun disappearing behind the shingles. The sun goes down, and so does any bit of warmth I had.
Shit .
I can hear the men on the other side of my window, inside of my warm apartment, going through my things. Whoever they are, they’re in my room—my personal space. My stomach tightens at the idea of someone’s grubby, unfamiliar hands pawing at my shit.
Clutching my phone like a lifeline, I pray like hell that Rock gets here before that window opens. I’d hate to jump, but I will if I have to.
I had no one else to call, so I called Rock, knowing he’d answer.
I’d only been home for three damn minutes, enough time to set my purse down and peel off my coat when I heard boots coming up the steps and into the hall. Without a thought, I unlocked the door and looked out, assuming it was Rock. Unfamiliar voices alerted me to my colossal mistake.
I managed to grab my phone from my purse, and made it to my bedroom before I heard the front door open, followed by footsteps walking into my living room. I made it out the window and onto the concrete ledge outside.
Shivering from the wind and snow, I listen to them talk, not able to make out anything they’re saying. The voices finally stop, and so does my heart. Fear keeps me from peeking through the window, even when curiosity nags at me. Did they leave? Steal all of my crappy stuff?
Wrapping my arms around myself, I shiver violently, trying to keep warm, but it’s no use. I can either sit out here
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