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“I’m gonna check what’s going on outside.” Zeyla pocketed her phone.
The sound of a helicopter overhead hadn’t retreated. In fact, it had grown louder, as though the craft was above them.
Zeyla pushed the door open. Someone with a black gloved hand grabbed the door and pulled it the rest of the way. Zeyla was grabbed and tossed out of the RV by her arm.
“Hey!” Kenna pushed the footrest of the chair in as men in black stormed into her home.
Her phone fell to the floor, the call connected.
Kenna screamed, “Help us!”
Chapter Thirty-Five
“You don’t need to point that thing at me!” Kenna yelled, keeping her hands up. She’d managed to grab her phone from the floor, pretending to fall to her hands and knees on the carpet so she could grab it. Now it was stuck in the back of her pants, and no one had searched her.
In fact, these men were being oddly accommodating.
Jax, however, had emerged from the bedroom in time to see her on her hands and knees. Now, as he stepped slowly out of the RV, he had a cut on his forehead dripping blood down the side of his face. Hisvery paleface.
“You don’t need to hurt any of us.” Kenna looked around at these men in their black fatigues, helmets, and bulletproof vests. Rifles pointed at her and her family.
Zeyla struggled, facedown on the asphalt.
“We’ll cooperate.” The taste of fear was back. Kenna tried to think.I will say of the LORD, “He is my refuge and my?—”
“Get her up,” one of the men commanded. “I want all of them on the chopper. We’re airborne in two minutes.”
Kenna knew the odds of survival after a person was taken from one location to another diminished drastically. Her only consolation was that the president had the resources to trackthem. She’d said she cared about the baby and didn’t want her harmed. Petyr was with her, and on the same page about the baby’s safety.
The idea she was looking toDominatusfor help didn’t sit right, but if that was all she had…
No, it wouldn’t ever be all she had. Not even the hope inherent in knowing Ramon, Bruce, and Amara were on site at the facility.
Was that where they were being taken?
Kenna had two potential assists. But the reality was, this could end very, very badly. She had so many points of vulnerability that could be used to force her to do anything they wanted.
She bit the inside of her lip.Surely He will save you…
Sure, there were ways she could be rescued, or someone might intervene on their behalf, but she had to put all her hope in God and not people.
One of the men grabbed her arm and started to walk her to the helicopter they had landed in the middle of the RV park. Problem for them was that people had emerged from their vehicles to find out what was going on so early in the morning. Now these guys were being filmed kidnapping three people.
“That one is pregnant!” A woman had her phone up, recording the whole scene.
Kenna winced. If these guys opened fire on the few people outside and confiscated the phones, that could end the exposure of their actions. However, if that woman was live streaming and not just recording, then the word was already out.
“Let’s go!” the commander yelled from behind them, ignoring the citizens watching this display.
The guy holding on to Kenna started walking faster. He pushed her up the steps into the helicopter, not hurting her but also not giving her any choice but to comply. She sank into oneseat, and Jax sat beside her. They clasped each other’s hands. Zeyla came in and shrugged off the person holding on to her. She took the seat on the other side of Kenna and held her other hand.
Men climbed in and surrounded them, taking seats opposite and on either side.
The chopper lifted off the ground, and wind whipped through the vehicle’s open sides. Zeyla tensed. Kenna whispered to herself because the noise of the helicopter was so loud no one would be able to hear her talking. “If you say, ‘The LORD is my refuge,” and you make the Most High your dwelling, no harm will overtake you, no disaster will come near your tent. For He will command His angels concerning you to guard you in all your ways?—”
The man across from her smirked and shook his head, then looked away.
Whatever his thoughts were concerning her beliefs were none of his business. This time as a captive ofDominatus, she’d lean on the Lord. She’d stay where she was because she had already made Him her dwelling place. She could rest, protected by Him.
