Chapter 94

Aidan

Glass shattered. Boots thudded.

Instinct kicked in—I grabbed my gun and dove behind the cabinet while Ivy scrambled to the feet and grabbed Lucas's hand. She didn't hesitate for a second, and neither did Ellie. They both ran upstairs immediately.

Gunfire cracked through the house, bullets splintering wood and punching holes in the walls. I peered around the cabinet and spotted masked men swarming inside, assault rifles blazing.

Not just a break-in. An attack.

I squeezed off a shot, dropping one of the bastards. The others scattered, ducking behind furniture and returning fire.

I heard my men rushing in, shouting. Bullets zinged by, chewing into the cabinet inches from my face. I leaned out and took aim, squeezing the trigger in a steady rhythm. The intruders fell one by one, their blood pooling on the hardwood.

The gunfire slowed, then ceased. Silence descended, broken only by my ragged breaths.