Chapter 6 - TRAPPED IN THE ESTATE
"Stay back!" Silas yelled, leveling his weapon at the door as the wood began to splinter.
I positioned myself in front of the bed, shielding the twins with my own body. My heart pounded a frantic rhythm against my ribs. I had survived a tough life, but facing down heavily armed mafia hitmen was something else entirely.
With a deafening crash, the door flew open. Three men in tactical gear stormed into the room. Silas fired, hitting the first man in the shoulder, but the return fire was immediate. Silas cried out, falling backward, clutching a bleeding wound in his leg.
"No!" I screamed.
The leader of the hit squad stepped forward, his rifle aimed directly at the bed. "Nothing personal, lady. Maroni sends his regards."
Before he could pull the trigger, a shadow dropped from the shattered skylight above. One of Nathan’s elite guards, who had been stationed on the roof, crashed into the room, tackling the gunman to the floor. A brutal, close-quarters fight erupted in the darkness.
I didn't wait. I grabbed Silas's dropped gun with trembling hands. I had never fired a weapon in my life, but adrenaline and maternal instinct took over. I aimed at the third hitman who was raising his weapon toward the fighting guard.
I pulled the trigger. The recoil snapped my wrist back, and the deafening crack made my ears ring. The hitman stumbled backward, a blossom of red appearing on his tactical vest, and collapsed.
The guard quickly dispatched the leader, panting heavily as he stood up, wiping blood from his face. He looked at me, his eyes widening in surprise as I held the smoking gun, still standing protectively over the children.
"Good shot, Miss Dawson," the guard grunted.
Before I could reply, the radio on the floor crackled to life.
"Emily! Emily, are you there?" It was Nathan. He sounded breathless, furious, and terrified.
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I dropped the gun and grabbed the radio. "I'm here, Nathan! We're under attack, but we held them off. The boys are safe. Did you get it?"
"I have the antidote," Nathan replied, the fierce relief in his voice palpable. "I have Reeves, too. We’re five minutes away. Hold the line, Emily. I’m coming home."
