Addie and Sibby spot him the same time I do, their bodies briefly bristling from the creepiness before we all spring into action. Addie rushes toward the dude, but I feel another person creeping behind me, and I glimpse metal right before I grab Sibby by one of her pigtails and yank, jerking her out of the way of a flying knife that was centimeters from impaling her in the head.
A breath of hot air fans across the back of my neck a mere second before I turn around, sliding my gun from the back of my jeans and taking aim at the culprit who threw the knife. I fire off a shot, hitting the person in the throat and scarcely dodging another knife to the face, catching his wrist right before it could connect. My scars get Addie hot and bothered, so I wouldn’t have minded if he succeeded.
The silencer attachment produces the smallest of sounds, quieter than the man
now convulsing on the floor, choking on his own blood. Whipping back around,
I find Addie scuffling with the first person. Just as I step in to help, she uppercuts the guy, her blade plunging up through his mouth and into his brain.
After she rips the knife from his head, he flops to the ground, dead before he
hits the ruined carpet.
Fuck, that’s my good girl.
Sibby peers around, and from what I can see, she’s pouting. Her lips are pursed, disappointed she didn’t get to partake in the action.
“There will be more,” I assure quietly, my heart pounding from the adrenaline
in my system. It’s like morphine pumping through my veins, giving me a high that drugs could never emulate.
Addie faces me with rounded eyes and her hand dripping with blood. Her
chest heaves, and from here, I can smell her excitement.
An animalistic urge is beginning to take over. I want to take her to the ground
and fuck her in the pool of blood. But her mother is somewhere in this house, most likely hurt and being held hostage.
Stepping back, I dip my chin in approval, feeling just how feral my stare is.
She works to swallow, turning and scanning the room to distract herself from the
energy thickening between us.
Pulling myself away from my murderous little mouse, I walk ahead and check
every corner of the room, finding a small staircase in the back corner. I peer up
the steps, seeing nothing but endless black.
“That’s my room,” she whispers from behind me. Turning my head, I peek at
her over my shoulder.
“I think I’ll stay out of it for now,” I answer, my voice hoarse. “Go check to
make sure no one is up there. Quickly.”
“We need to find—”
“Addie,” I growl. “If we don’t clear the house, they could be lying in wait until you’re distracted and kill you. So please just check the fucking room, baby.”
Snapping her mouth shut, she does as I say, keeping a wide berth as she walks
past me. It takes her only a minute before she’s making her way back down the
stairs.
“Clear,” she breathes. “Let’s check their room now, please. It’s on the other side of the kitchen.”
“After you,” I drawl. She rushes past me, leading us back through the bloody
living room, then towards the stairs on the backside of the kitchen, right before
the dining room.
Light on her feet, she quickly climbs the steps, Sibby and I close behind.
They’re all aware of our presence but stomping around like elephants will only
help conceal where they’re hiding.
The upper floor is a large circle surrounding the stairs, the monstrous
chandelier hanging directly above. The diamonds hanging from the gaudy
fixture glint in the moonlight spearing through the massive window.
The air is thicker up here, weighing heavily on my shoulders like God himself
is trying to hold me down.
Someone is up here, but they’re not visible. Not yet, at least. An ominous feeling races through my bones, enough for me to step forward and push Addie behind me. I’ll slap duct tape over her mouth if she tries to argue. I don’t care
how capable she is, I’ll always protect her.
But she doesn’t argue, indicating she feels it, too. My chest tightens as I look
around, waiting for the other shoe to drop.
It only takes a few more seconds. A bright red laser spears through the window, landing directly on my chest.
“Zade, get down!” Jay shouts through my earpiece.
“Shit,” I curse before I dive directly into Addie and Sibby, tackling them both
to the ground and nearly sending us right back down the stairs. The window shatters, and I feel the heat of the bullet slide past my arm, taking a chunk out of my bicep with it.
Sharp glass rains down on us, little slices stinging my cheeks and hands.
Addie and Sibby cover their heads, attempting to protect themselves from the barrage of tiny knives.
“Fuck, is everyone okay?” I ask through gritted teeth.
“All’s good,” Addie groans, followed by Sibby’s irate confirmation.
“The motherfucker was shielding his body with something, wasn’t picking up
on the infrared sensors in the drone until he repositioned,” Jay explains hurriedly, then muttering under his breath, “Probably used fucking Styrofoam.”
Before I can tell him to, a blast of fire lights up the sky, then quickly fizzles
out.
Sniper dude just got sniped.
“He’s dead,” he announces in my ear, breathing out a sigh, but then
immediately starts panicking again, “Please tell me everyone is alive. You’re all
alive, right?” he asks repeatedly.
“We’re all good. But there could be more,” I say. “We’ll stay away from windows as best as we can. Keep me updated on any more movement.”
Another sigh of relief. “Will do.”
Sibby growls, wiggling beneath Addie, who is gripping my injured arm and
looking over it, her fingers coated in my blood. I quickly check it over. It’s superficial.
“You okay, baby?” she asks quietly, her voice shaky. It’d take nothing short of
an incinerator to melt me, except when it comes to Addie. Then I’m fucking slush.
I place a kiss on her forehead. “I’m fine, mouse. Let’s get moving,” I say.
“I really want to stab someone right now,” Sibby snips, finally sliding out from beneath Addie. Glass has to be cutting into her, but she doesn’t seem to notice when she’s too busy yelling at herself.
“Mortis, move! Quit clinging to me like a leech, I’m fine. Zade’s the one that took the bullet, stupid.” In her attempt to detach herself from her imaginary friend, she ends up kicking me in the head.
See? The assholes always cause problems.