Page 59 of Slaying for Santa
“So where the fuck is my little girl?” I jam the gun harder, relishing the hiss of pain that leaves his lips.
“She’s my little girl now.”
The moment those words leave his lips, something inside me fucking snaps, and I squeeze the trigger, painting the tiles with his brain.
CHAPTER 19
BELL
I’m crushingLibi behind me, into the far corner as the pounding of more heavy feet come our way. The cocktail of drugs pumping through my veins is making it hard for me to focus on all the noises I hear, and I’m pretty sure I’m rocking a concussion, but I force my lids to stay open as I stare at the door, the blood coated knife tight in my grip, stretched out in front of me.
“Bell,” Libi whimpers behind me, her small little hands clutching at the back of my dress as I hide her with my body again.
This feels like déjà vu.
“It’sss okayyy,” I slur, my limbs feeling like they are wrapped in concrete.
That hit straight into my vein is severely messing with me. I’m fighting the pull to pass out, to let the drugs completely take over me. But I have to fight so I can protect Libi. I just have to.
Black booted feet suddenly come into view, attached to legs that seem to move so quietly compared to the herd of elephants storming in behind him.
“Stayback!" I screech, jutting the knife in their direction, but my words don’t deter their approach.
“Bell. It’s us,” the familiar voice says, bringing tears to my eyes as I peer up and try to focus my gaze, but I’m met with a black and white mask, and I shrink back against Libi as I wave the knife around.
“I said, stay back!”
Libi’s whimpers meet my ears, and all I want is to turn around and hug her and tell her that everything will be okay, but I can’t. I have to protect her, to make sure these men can’t get to her and do unspeakable things.
“Bell, it’s me.” The black-clad figure lowers to his haunches, one hand outstretched in a calming motion as the other reaches up and tugs off the mask.
I blink. And then blink again, this time more tears springing to my eyes.
“Ghost?” I whisper, seeing the familiar face of one of Kit’s team members.
Is he really here?
“Yes.” He nods. “You’re safe now.”
I shake my head, my eyes darting over his shoulder to the other black-clad men, their masks still in place.
“No, stay back!” I jab the knife towards him, and in a flash of movement, he snatches the blade from my sluggish grip.
I scream, and flail, trying to fight, but I’m no match for him, and before I realise what’s happening, his strong hands are on me and I’m pinned under him to the cold concrete floor, and the only sound I can hear is Libi screaming.
CHAPTER 20
KIT
The unmistakable screamof my little girl has me bolting through the house, down a short set of stairs and a long passage, slowing as I leap over a couple of dead bodies, noticing their throats slashed.
Shit. That’s not my team’s style.
“No!” Bell’s voice meets my ears, spurring me forward. “Don’t touch her! Leave her alone!”
I burst into the room, nearly slipping on a pool of blood with my gun raised, as Cipher and Doc whip off their masks, while Ghost pins Bell to the floor.
What the fuck…
