The Heirs: A New Gamble

Chapter 21

Chapter 21

Sophie

"We're waiting for back-up," Nova hisses, all but pulling me out of the facility.

"We can't!" I cry out. "Hannah is in danger!"

My stomach sinks.

"You go wait in that god damn car, lock yourself in, and do NOT move. Do you fucking understand me, Miss?" Nova snaps, shoving the keys to the car in my hand once we get to the lobby.

"But-"

"I'm serious, Sophie. Listen to me, please."

"Okay. Fine."

I dart out of the doors and run towards the car. I dial Leo again. Nothing. I dial Imogen.

"They'll be there in five," she replies.

"Tell them to hurry! Her guard is dead."

"Fuck," Imogen hisses. "Hang tight. Are you safe?"

"Yes."

"Don't move. I'll call Aleks."

Aleks?

I don't have time to process before she hangs up.

I lock the doors of the car and start texting the Wolves – Zane, Chase, Owen, Eli, Josh...anyone who will respond.

That's when I hear a woman scream.

Nova!

I turn in my seat, but it's not Nova screaming. It's Hannah. Oh, fuck.

Some guy that is way, way bigger than her is dragging her out of the side door. He's got her all tied up. A van pulls up out of nowhere and parks. Another guy gets out.

"Oh, fuck no!" I hiss, opening the glove compartment and grabbing Nova's spare.

There is not time to wait.

Those fuckers are taking her.

I don't think, I just act.

This is what I've been trained for. I just have to do what my father taught me.

Hannah screams again, and I don't need to second guess another moment. I need to help her. Now.

I push the car door open softly and round the back of the car. They're struggling to get her into the back of the van. I take a quick breath before running up along the side of the building. I don't know where Nova is, and Imogen's back-up will be here any moment. But they could be gone by then.

No. It's only up to me now.

I check the gun and click the safety off. Then I don't think as I hold it up and aim it at the second man, whose back is to me, holding the back door to the van open. I pause. They manage to get Hannah into the back of the van and slam the doors shut.

They don't see me. Why would they? I'm quiet – for once in my life.

At least she's safe from the line of fire. I aim the gun at the guy climbing into the driver's side.

I've shot a gun plenty of times. All us girls have. Our parents made sure to train us well. Uncle Ronan told me once that the day may come when we'd have to use it, and that when we pull that trigger, we better mean it.