25-year-old Lyra loves to dance and hang out with her best friend, who is more like a sister. Lyra's world is turned upside down when she is taken hostage. Soon Lyra discovers she is drawn to one of the Russian men who took her and fights it, knowin...
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Heaths POV
"Almost there, be ready," I heard over the intercom one radio. I check my gun one more time and turn the safety off. Four vehicles with five men in each ready to get Lyra from her father. The mafia. I still can't believe that's who took her. I had never known much about him until now, but if he wants her now all of a sudden, I realize it can't be right.
"Get ready, boys. Stay alert." I say in authority. We pull up to the gate, and everyone, including me, jumps out quickly. Team one takes out the control box for the entrance, and team two pulls it Open. My team and team four happen gates. I keep my gun raised and walk, looking all around me.
I'm so ready to I'm so ready to get Lyra out of here and take down her father and everyone who took her that night. I can't imagine what she has been going through being with the mafia. Lyra is a strong woman, and I know she will come, of this even stronger.
As we move more and more into the property, I know something is of,f. I see nobody hear nobody. The eerie silence makes my heart unsettled. This can't be right. There is no way they knew we were coming. I don't see them hiding, not the mafia. If they were here, there would be open fire everywhere.
"Let's head in guys," Luis of team one says. We all nod in agreement and split up. Unit 1 and 2 going to the front. Group 3 and 4 heading for the back.
"Watch your step in case traps are" Boom; I hear my sentence getting cut off by an explosion coming from the front of the mansion. We all stop and take off into a run back to the front to see the damage.
" Fall back, fall back," I hear yelling. "Shit. Fucking shit," I curse. " How the fuck did they know we were coming," I say to nobody in particular. " Somone call this in," I yell as we round corner to see the front of the house gone. Fire spreads and licks quickly. Men lay everywhere from being thrown backward.
" Start checking for pulses," I yell again, running up to the first man I see. Seat starts to dip off my head from the heat of the fire. I put to of my finger on drakes neck and feel nothing. I put my ear to his chest. Nothing. He's dead. I start checking the other men finding the same thing.
I'm pissed. I'm angry. I see red nothing but red, and I'm ready to kill this fucker. "Iv got one. He's alive," I hear eric yell. I dash to him. His body shakes, and he is coughing badly.
"I already had one of my men call this in help should be on the way," I tell eric. I look back down to Darrell and lightly smack his face. "Open your eyes. Can you hear me? Darell open your eyes, buddy. Stay with us. Help is on the way." He caught some more blood coming out of his mouth.
I thank the heavens when I hear sirens coming. I lost too many men today, and I hope like hell, Darell will not be one of them. Three ambulance, five police cars, and a, d a fire truck pull into the yard; after all, the dead men are taken away in body bags, and Darell is rushed to the hospital.
I spend the next few hours talking to the local police, updating them on what's going on, and why we are here. I talk on the phone with my boss for a while also to inform him of the situation.
He informs me what I already know but don't want to hear. That basically, if we don't find another lead soon there going to close this case room. Evening starts to set, units 3 and 4 head out to leave. I pull my phone back out once I'm in the car to call Laura, dreading to tell her the bad news. I know she is going to take this hard, but I promised I would call as soon as we have her or know anything. ~~~~~ Lauras POV
I pace my living room back and forth for hours waiting for heaths call. To know Lyra is safe. I give up after a few hours and make some tea to call my nerves. I sit at the island in the kitchen listening to the tap, tap of my foot on the hardwood floors.
I want to scream and pull my hair out. The pile of bills and late fees in a pile next to me catches my eyes, and I sigh — just another thing to add to my stress. I have not been working, but maybe once a week in the last few weeks. Too worried about stressed. To tired to week to do much. I don't even know the last time I took a shower, and I know I stink.
I take small sips of my green tea and take deep breaths. I can't stand waiting. It's driving me insane. I trust Heath, but I'm not naive enough to think nothing will go wrong. That people won't get hurt. Then she may very well already be dead.
My phone rings in the living room, and I jump down and run, knocking things over in the process. " Then, hello, I answer in haste. "Laura, I'm sorry. We didn't get her." I feel mt heart clench and fall. "The place was empty, and the traps were set. They knew we were coming. We lost a lot of men today."
I no longer hear anything after that. My phone calls from my hands, and I drop to my knees in a scream and cry. My heart feels like it's been twisted and ripped out of my chest. I cry and cry. My body shakes from, and I hold my stomach.
My best friend. My sister is gone. Lost. All hope of getting her back now gone. The realization of this hurts more than anything, and I wonder If I can ever move on from this. Even If she isn't dead, I know now that I will never see her again. I don't know how long I stay there and cry before I move to my bed and sleep. My body no longer allowing me to stay awake. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Poor health and Luara. They want Lyra back, and now that seems further a, ay more looks.
