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A two year affair with her mother's best friend's son leaves Indiana on the verge of brea...
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"Run!" Elia screams as weave through the halls.
Gunshots can be heard everywhere, windows are shattering as smoke bombs are thrown into the mansion and the sound of a helicopter overhead sends my mind into panic mode.
This is Santa Ana all over again but worse.
These men are here to destroy, rape and kill. Whereas Roberto wanted to push Dylan into a corner, these men wanted him and everyone he cares about dead.
I slap my hand over my mouth stifling a scream as a gas bomb scatters the window beside me, causing me to step back in fright.
The smoke stings my eyes but I push forward, following Elia's voice as she cries out to me. I run through the smoke, colliding with her and she grabs my hand, hauling me down the hall.
My vision is blurry and my eyes water, causing me to blink rapidly. I stumble blindly, Elia my eyes as we take a sharp corner, my side hitting the wall hard.
I grunt out in pain and Elia yells out an apology before throwing open a room and slamming the door shut. She releases my hands and I hear her rustling about, drawers slamming and things being thrown on the floor.
My eyes start to clear from the blurriness and I gasp as I see Elia cocking a black handgun. She looks over at me, her eyes hard and cold. Holding out her hand, she gestures for me to take it and I waste no time, the direness of the situation steeping in.
She cocks a silver one before making her way towards a door and peeking into the hall. Closing the door softly, she turns to me, her eyes serious.
"We need to leave this room and make our way to the panic room," she says keeping eye contact with me. "You remember where it is right?"
