Secrets Leave Scars [EDITING]

48 - We Will Survive

Cops raid the building, rushing through all the different entry points. I pray Kia and Shaw aren't here. I know Marcus's men wouldn't hesitate to kill them, and now that the chief's director has been shot, they wouldn't hesitate to kill any of us.

I watch as a group of SWAT men enter the home. They rush inside in an orderly fashion, one behind the other.

I take a deep breath, ashamed for the fact that I'm about to hurt my own men. But then again they're here to hurt my real man.

I spin myself in a circle, carefully gaining some momentum, before locking my leg around the first man's throat. Tightening my hold, I swing my leg to the ground harshly, knocking him out in one swift motion. Shaw taught me that one.

I launch my knife into the next man in line, sticking it firmly into his exposed arm. I whisper a quiet apology, before moving to the next in line. Axel and Ivy join in on the action, following my lead.

"We're coming to you Kol!" Ivy grunts in between blows. He agrees from the other side, ready to drive us out of this mess.

The line of SWAT men withers, each one taken out by our group of three. The FBI needs to work on their training. Just then, more men rush inside. I grunt, preparing my gun for another round.

The first man in line heads straight towards me, holding me against the wall with ease. He removes his protective goggles, and my heart races with both worry and excitement. Shaw appears from under the gear, a worried expression across his face.

"Code 9," he whispers, staring me dead in the eyes. That's code for orders to kill. They took out a federal agent, what other orders would there be? "They're not sure if you're against them yet, but you ignored direct orders. Either way you're in trouble." I take a deep breath as he tightens his hold against me. "You and Steele are safe since they're looking to convict, but everyone else..." I nod, practically begging for him to stop talking. I can't listen to him tell me my friends are gonna die.

"Well then," I grunt, "Let's make it convincing." I knee his abdomen, loosening his grip on me. He groans before swinging back.

"Don't forget I'm the one who taught you to fight," he grins slyly. I smirk back at him, ready to knock him out.