All For You

Seven

Isla

"Patrick! Mr. Garner!" I yell, shaking his arm as soon as he starts waking up. I make myself cry and mess my hair up a little.

Gotta look the part.

"Alice? What happened?" he asks, sitting up slowly and looking around groggily. I shake my head, looking up at him concerned.

"I...I don't know! You just passed out all of a sudden and fell! I think you hit your head." I use his desk to help myself stand up, and then grab Patrick's arm to help him stand up with me.

He's still confused. Looking at me like he's forgotten who I am and where he is. Did I hit him too hard?

"God, I..." he mutters, running his fingers through his hair. "I must've drank too much. I guess I'm getting too old for parties like these."

You already used that one.

I smile, relieved, and let out a sigh, holding a hand over my heart. Then I pout and look down. "You scared me."

"Oh, don't worry, darling," he tells me, grabbing my chin and forcing me to look up at him. "There's nothing to be sad about."

Just then, Killian barges into the room, his gun in his hand and an angry look on his face. "We gotta go."

"What?" I ask, shocked.

What the fuck is this idiot doing? Did he get the go from headquarters already? Then why does he look so stressed?

He doesn't answer me. He just points his gun right at Patrick's head and only gives me a second to move out of the way before shooting. Patrick falls to the ground with a thud and I glare at Killian, asking for answers with my eyes.

"One of the guests recognised me and told Lilly. They know who we are and why we're here. So let's get the fuck out of here before a shit ton of backup arrives," he spits, flailing his gun around like the careless asshole he is.

I nod and follow him out of the room quickly, running as fast as I can in these damned heels.

When we get downstairs, it's empty. There's no one around except Lilly and her two bodyguards dead on the floor. I glare at the back of Killian's head and follow him outside. Fortunately, the backup hasn't arrived yet. But there are still a few guards surrounding our vehicle and pointing guns right at us.

We duck behind a fancy looking sports car and look at each other, communicating with our eyes. Since he has the weapon, I'm the bait.

Fucking great.

I take a deep breath, closing my eyes and clenching my fists. Before I can chicken out, I stand up and put my hands in the air in surrender, slowly walking over towards the men around our car.

Thankfully, they don't shoot at me, which probably means they want to take us in for questioning or torture rather than killing us on sight.

Still, I doubt that'll stop them from killing me if they have to.

So I wait until I'm an arms length away to make my move. When one of the men go to grab me, I whack his arm out of the way and jab him in the side of his neck, knocking him out. I grab his gun from his body before the men around us can react and shoot the guy closest to me in the head.

Another one of them tackles me to the ground and I drop the gun, yelling out in suprise. He punches me in the face, so I punch him back, but I think I did more damage to my fist than I did to his face.

He drops to the ground in the next second, though, blood splattering on my face. Two more bodies drop with his and I glance back at Killian who's peeking out from behind the car.