Whispers in the Dark - Maya Banks [112]
Footsteps passed in the hallway and she knew she only had moments before it was discovered she’d escaped. She ran to the window and forwent trying to be stealthy.
She kicked out the glass, making a big enough hole that she could get out without being cut to shreds. Then she ducked through and stepped into empty space.
She barely had time to utter a foul curse before she hit the ground with a painful thump. All the air left her and she couldn’t draw in a single breath. It hurt too much.
Hell, she’d never even considered that she was in a two-story house. It was dark. She was still disoriented from the drugs. She just wanted to get the hell out of that creepy place.
Gasping painfully, she rolled and pushed herself to her knees.
“Damn it, Shea, what the hell are you trying to do, kill yourself?”
She grabbed the pistol and shot to her feet, backing away from the man who stood a short distance away.
He held his hands up and took a step forward. “I’m not going to hurt you. Put the gun down so we can talk.”
She shook her head. “Too late, asshole. This whole ordeal has been anything but a cakewalk. If it’s all the same to you, I’m getting the hell out of here.”
He frowned and then lunged toward her. She squeezed the trigger, and a moment later, he dropped to his knees holding his arm and wearing a bewildered expression.
“You shot me.”
“Well, duh.” Moron.
She turned and fled, making damn sure she kept a tight hold on the gun.
“Shea, wait! Don’t go!”
The man was insane. She was tempted to shoot him again, but the rest of his goons would be after her. She turned and sprinted down the street wondering where she was and how the hell she was going to get back to Nathan.
CHAPTER 35
THEY surrounded the house in the darkness. Nathan was on edge, his unease growing with every minute he was separated from Shea. He worried that his continued efforts to reach her would only weaken her, so he’d controlled the urge to continually call out to her.
Donovan had gone on a rampage and called in every favor ever owed to him in an effort to track Resnick down.
Steele and his team were in position. P.J. and Cole were in two of the oak trees on the edge of the property with their sniper rifles. Swanny, Nathan and his brothers were taking the front. Steele and the remainder of his team were taking the back.
It took all of Nathan’s restraint and military training to sit back and wait for the command to go in. Everything inside screamed at him that his woman was in danger. That these assholes had her. That he should go in and take down everything in his path until he had her back.
Joe put a hand on his shoulder, a silent gesture of support. Nathan stood there in the dark, seething, readying himself to kill.
His nostrils flared and his grip tightened on his rifle when Sam held up his hand in silent readiness. Sam gave the silent countdown and then gave the order to go in.
Much like the onslaught Nathan and Shea had suffered when they’d gone to her parents’ house, KGI went in with the sole intention of overpowering the occupants. Several flash grenades went off. It looked like a staccato of strobe lighting going off throughout the house.
There were three men in the kitchen surrounding another man sitting in a chair. Resnick. Nathan stared at the blood smeared down Resnick’s arm and felt his stomach bottom out.
Swanny, Ethan and Joe broke away to clear the rest of the house, while the others blew into the kitchen like a hurricane.
“Down! Down! Down! Get down!” Garrett yelled.
The three men hit the floor while Resnick merely raised his arms toward the ceiling. A sound from behind Garrett alerted Sam and he leveled his rifle over Garrett’s shoulder. Garrett and Donovan kept their rifles trained on the men on the floor.
“Don’t even think about it, Phillips,” Sam growled. “Stand down. This isn’t worth getting your ass shot over.”
The young Marine’s lips thinned but he lowered his weapon and Sam went to collect it.
“What the fuck, Phillips? Who the hell are you taking orders from these days?”
“From me,” Resnick