Page 91 of Mountain Mens' Curvy Obsession

“How’d you sleep, babe?” Chance asks. “I didn’t hear you get up.”

Breonna’s voice bursts through the lodge, accompanied by several desperate thuds on the front door. “Help! I need help!”

In an instant, everything changes.

I hold my breath as Nico forgets all about the coffee machine and bolts out of the kitchen. Half a minute later, he returns with a pale and shaking Breonna in a pink velour tracksuit, wide-eyed and downright horrified.

“Oh, God, thank you… I didn’t know what else to do,” she says.

“What the hell happened?” Booker asks.

I scoot over to make room for her to sit down, inwardly marveling at what a good actress she’s turned out to be. Someone needs to give her an Oscar for this performance, because I am really close to buying it myself.

“Breonna?” I ask in a low voice.

“I woke up to some weird sounds in the house. Someone was trying to get in through the front door. The lock kept clicking and jamming. I was so scared,” she sobs. “I grabbed my phone, I wanted to call you guys, but I wasn’t sure you’d make it in time. I didn’t know what else to do, so I just bolted through the back door.”

“Did you see anyone?” Chance asks.

Booker is already in the hallway, unlocking the weapons cabinet. My blood thickens as the guilt begins to eat away at me from the inside. It’s a terrible trick that Breonna and I are pulling here, but it must be done.

“No, just shadows moving around the corner,” Breonna says, gasping loudly. “I was so scared. I ran as fast as I could, and I came here. I don’t know how many of them there were or what they wanted. I’m sorry.”

“Breonna, no need to be sorry,” Nico tries to comfort her.

“What do I do?” she asks, looking up at him. “I’ve got money in there, jewelry. Oh, God, my laptop. It has some really sensitive information on it. I need that back!”

“Trust me, the last thing you need to worry about is that,” Chance mutters.

Booker comes back with rifle for each of his brothers and a stern look on his face. “We all know who’s involved,” he says. “If they’re out there, we can intercept.”

“Are you serious?” Nico frowns, though he’s giving that box of ammunition a second glance. “That’s not what we agreed on.”

“No, but this is better. Breaking and entering?” Booker insists. “We’d be acting in self-defense. Let’s not forget, this is Montana. There are different interpretations of the law for gun-owning folks who only want to defend their homes.”

Chance’s eyes light up. “He’s got a point.”

“You three should go,” I tell them. “End this now. I’ll stay here with Breonna. We’ll call Sheriff Mills and have him come up with a few deputies.”

I’ve already got my phone in my hand, eagerly unlocking the screen.

Nico gives me a doubtful look. “I don’t like leaving you alone.”

“She’s not alone,” Breonna snaps, tears streaming down her cheeks. “And we’re calling the sheriff right now. Anya’s right, you guys need to get those fuckers. Now!”

Within the span of a minute, the Hayes brothers have slipped into their boots and winter gear. Nico pauses to kiss me and give me one last look.

“Lock the door and keep an eye on the security screens,” he says. “You’ve got the password to my laptop, right?”

“Yes. Go. Be careful!” I urge him.

As soon as they’re out the front door, armed to their teeth and ready to put a few Russian mobsters down, I lock the door and set Nico’s laptop on the coffee table. Breonna rushes into the living room with raccoon eyes and a deep frown.

“What are you doing?” she hisses. “We need to go!”

“Just a minute,” I reply. “I just need to make sure the road’s clear. They’ve got cameras mounted at the junction, too.”

I send the CCTV’s DVR software to my phone as well, then input Nico’s credentials to make sure I have access to the live, wireless feed. We’ll need that on the way down.

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