Chapter 0305
I''m still standing wide eyed, my mouth dropped open in shock, my little phone falling from my hands when Daniel and Jerome
burst into my room. Jerome ms and locks the door behind him.
“Get down!” Daniel shouts, dashing directly for my wardrobe.
“What?” | gasp, a little stupidly — but I’m just so shocked —
“Down!” Jerome barks, running to my side and pressing on my shoulders, forcing me to my knees. He puts a hand protectively
over my head, looking all around. The gunshots continue downstairs, as well as screams and yells — everything growing louder
and more frequent -
“What the hell is going on!” | scream, frantic now with panic.
“| don’t know!” Daniel snaps back, bending over into the wardrobe and pulling up a piece of wood from the bottom, reaching
down below it anding out with —
“Oh my god,” | exim, my eyes going — if possible — wider when | see Daniel emerge from the wardrobe with a silver gun in his
hand. “Did you put that there!?”
“No,” he snaps, quickly snapping the pieces of the gun apart and back together in a way | don’t understand, checking the bullets
or something. “Dad did. But obviously he didn’t tell you about it, because you''d probably kill yourself dropping it or something.”
“Jerk,” | breathe, ring at him before spinning towards Jerome,pletely freaked out now and totally confused about what the
hell is going on.
“It''s a raid,” Jerome says, looking over towards the door. “I don’t know who is behind it — a rival family?”
“Not the Russians,” Daniel says, moving over to us and ncing out the window, the gun held expertly at his side. “Maybe...
Alden? But he wouldn’t — not with Fay in the house -”
| blink as | stare at Daniel, shocked — my mild-mannered bestie, who likes books and philosophy, looking like a god damn secret
agent with a gun cocked and ready by his side. He actually looks, for once, like the son of a mafia don.
What — what was happening to my life?
Was this even real?
| jump and shriek as more gunfire echoes from below, as if in answer to my question — that yes, this is indeed real.
“What''s our next step,” Jerome asks, looking up at Daniel from his spot crouched down on the floor next to me. Daniel moves
away from the window now, turning towards the door.
“We wait,” he growls, positioning himself in front of us and raising the gun to point it at the door, ready to shoot whoeveres
through it next.
“Should we,” | start, thinking frantically and ncing to the wardrobe, “should we go through the wardrobe? Downstairs? Try to
find your dad?”
“No,” he says, shaking his head. “Dad
says that if you''re in a ce of safety
and you don''t have a clear way Sty
if you don''t on oy no?
yon recoil JING ''to get away — you stay
put and defend that space until you
know what''s going on. We don’t know
who is down there or what is
happening. We don’t know how to get
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| start to shake now with the fear and
the adrenaline coursing through
body. Jerome eNieiid evn
shaulids, \ Yh for hisfort
as much as his. “Okay,” Jerome says,
nodding and agreeing to Daniel''s
n, letting him take lead on it.
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And then we all...sit there. For way too long.
“Will your dade up?” Jerome whispers, ncing again at the wardrobe.
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“| don’t know,” Daniel murmurs,
ncing at him and then at me. And
then down at my stomach. And |
groan a little, st abl&to: rests
mind Brentel that Kent, if he can, will
come up here. Because I’m here. And
I''m pregnant. And his base instinct, in
all of this, is going to be to protect his
son and this new maybe-baby, even if
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