Page 82 of With This Kiss
I sat in the corner, waiting anxiously to see if there were going to be any more noises coming from outside as I pulled up Reign from my contacts. I waited for the call to go through, but that didn’t happen. I hung up when I got his voicemail and called Caine next.
Voicemail.
I tried Dad, but I got the same thing.
Was everyone just not available at the same time?
Another loud bang came out, and I nearly dropped my phone.
I pulled up the dial icon and typed in 9-1-1.
The police would be a last resort.
I took in a deep breath and tried to calm my racing heart while taking aim at the threshold of my bedroom door.
For a long moment, nothing happened.
I was almost convinced that whoever was making all those sounds in front of my apartment had given up and left.
But then the sound of wood splitting rang out, and my door burst open with a bang.
Two men came into my apartment. I aimed my gun at one and pulled the trigger, hitting him in the leg. He let out a pained cry and went down. The second man charged at me.
In my panic, my shot was off, and I only managed to graze his arm.
It wasn’t enough to stop him.
He found me before I could send the call to 911. He slapped the phone out of my hand and then slapped me.
A sharp ringing sound entered my ears, and I shook my head, trying to will away the disorientation.
I looked up, my eyes widening in surprise when I got a good look at the man staring down at me with clear hatred in his eyes.
Before I could say anything, he punched me. I fell to the floor, trying to stay conscious.
It wasn’t possible.
I closed my eyes, and darkness crept in, and then…
There was nothing.
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REIGN
Fuck.
I hid myself between two buildings, pressing my hand against the wound on my shoulder to stop the bleeding.
Luckily, the bullet only grazed the skin. It still hurt like a bitch.
We had an advantage tonight.
The Caparelli were outnumbered and surprised in the attack.
They would want to thank the twoblabbermouthsin the bar for that.
I scoffed and shook my head. Even if I hadn’t unintentionally heard the two fuckers discussing that kind of shit in public, we would have found out about the attack. Or at least, that was what I was choosing to believe, giving the benefit of the doubt to the one fucker I wasn’t sure I trusted.
