Page 50 of Unmasked Prophecy

I fight, the world blurring around me, but it’s no use. They’ve won. The weight of their bodies crushes me, my breath coming in ragged gasps.

“Do not hurt the child,” my father orders. “Do not harm the Savior.”

No.

God.

Please.

No.

The rumbling sound in the distance has everyone stopping what they are doing, and as it nears, I know the sound so well. I know who it is. I could scream with joy, but I don’t. Instead, my head whips up as a large group of bikes comes to a stop outside the gates, the rumbling engines a warning.

They’ve come for me.

My father’s expression doesn’t change; his voice is calm as he barks orders, his eyes never leaving mine. “Secure the gates! Call out the men! Stop them—don’t let them get in!”

The compound erupts into chaos. Men are shouting, running in every direction, the sound of panic loud in the air. I see Cyrus, his face twisted with anger as he gives orders, pointing wildly. They think they can stop this. They think they can stop the club.

They have no fucking idea.

The bikers line up outside the gates, their presence imposing, each one armed and ready. I know this is Talon’s doing, and I know he’s not going to leave here without me. My heart is a wild, desperate mess in my chest, but I feel a flicker of hope.

Wolfe’s voice booms over the compound, a deadly promise in every word. The very sound of it sends shivers up my spine, because it is terrifying. “We know you have her. Release Nia, or we will come in and kill every fuckin’ one of you.”

The men around me hesitate, and I see the doubt in their eyes. They’re not used to this kind of threat, this kind of violence. They don’t know how to handle it. They know they are unarmed, and they know that they can’t stop these bikers if they decided to force their way in.

They’re without options.

My father’s face twists with hatred. “Get her inside!” he shouts, his voice finally cracking with anger. “Donotlet them in!”

“They’re armed!” someone yells.

My father’s eyes are cold as he looks at me, then he bellows out into the night sky. “If you enter my compound, I will kill her.”

I already know he won’t, though.

If he thinks I’m pregnant, he would never risk my life. Not when his entire world and truth is based around me having this child. That means he is bluffing, and that also means he doesn’t have a plan. I know it’s risky, but I’m not going to let him try and use that as a way to keep them out. If I wasn’t pregnant, the man would kill me without hesitation, but if I am...no way.

“He’s lying,” I scream, so loudly my voice cracks. “Shoot them.”

A boot flies out and connects with the side of my head, sending my world spinning. I don’t know who kicked me, but it is enough to keep me on the ground as pain radiates through my skull and warm blood rushes down my forehead. I dry heave as my vision blurs, but I fight to keep my eyes open. I can’t let them knock me out, because if they do, I lose any power I have.

“Kill anyone who tries to stop you!” Wolfe’s voice rings out again, and I see a few of the men falter, fear in their eyes. They didn’t think this through. They didn’t think the club would come in with this much force. “Start cutting the wire.”

“Stand your ground!” my father roars. “Do not let them in. Turn on the electric fencing. Move. Now.”

They have a matter of minutes before those fences are turned on, and once they are, the chances of them getting in a slim to none. Come on, Talon. You can do this. I know you can. I push my head off the damp grass, trying to see, but the fence is too faraway. The only thing I can see is the lights from the motorbikes blaring through.

My father turns to Cyrus. “Take Nia, get in your car and leave out back. Do not stop. Drive until I find a way to contact you.”

No.

No fucking way.

I won’t let them leave here without me.

“No,” I screech, rolling even though my head pounds. “Do not fucking touch me.”

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