You Are Mine, Little Sister novel Chapter 12

Chapter 12

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My eyes flew wide, and my entire body went rigid as if frozen in place. Adam pushed himself off me in an instant, cursing under his breath as he rushed to the window.

“Wh–What’s happening?” My voice trembled, barely audible over the roaring of my pulse in my ears. Beads of sweat formed on my forehead, and my hands clutched my pendant.

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Adam didn’t respond. His face darkened, his jaw tightening as he scanned the view outside. Then, without a word, he strode to his wardrobe, yanked it open, and retrieved a black gun from a hidden compartment.

My heart sank like a stone.

My hand flew to my mouth, stifling a gasp as fear consumed me.

Oh, God. This was getting real.

No. It couldn’t be what I thought. There was no way.

“A–Adam…” I stuttered.

“Stay here!” He didn’t spare me a glance as he ran out of the room.

Forcing my limbs to move, I rushed to the window but discovered I couldn’t see a thing. The fight was taking place in an angle the window didn’t cover.

It must be some enemies of Adam right? And even if it was my stalker, Adam’s men were definitely going to handle him. They had to.

Quickly, I thought of calling the police–but then I remembered. My bag was in the living room.

Shit! Stupid me.

If I could just get to it, the psycho could finally be arrested, and this nightmare would end.

I sprinted out of the room, but before I could reach the stairs, I heard the commotion downstairs, here in the house!

The fight had moved indoors.

My lungs seized. Why couldn’t I breathe? My chest rose and fell rapidly, but no air seemed to fill it.

The sound of grunts and heavy blows reached my ears, and then, gunshots.

Oh, God. Maybe, I should take cover.

No. Things might get worse and I’ll be doomed if I didn’t let anyone–especially the police–know I was in danger. I needed to reach my phone.

Determined, despite how scared I was, I forced my legs down the stairs, keeping low, making sure my movements were careful and slow.

Maybe, the men would be too busy fighting to notice me.

But then I froze.

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Chapter 12

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From the second–floor landing, the scene below unfolded like a nightmare straight out of an action movie.

Oh, God. No.

In the middle of the room stood a man dressed entirely in black–black latex pants, black leather jacket, black gloves, and heavy boots that seemed to devour the ground beneath him.

I couldn’t see his face clearly as he moved too swiftly, fighting Adam and his men in the dim room. But there was something about him–something unearthly, terrifying–that made my knees buckle.

Adam’s guards were down to two.

Two!

The shiver that coursed through me was enough to steal my balance, and I gripped the banister tightly. My fingers were ice. My knees shook violently as I watched him. The man in black moved with a precision and speed I thought only existed in carefully choreographed fight scenes.

He kicked one of the guards in the groin, sending him crumpling to the floor, then spun around to land a brutal punch to the other’s jaw. In less than a second, the man disarmed the nearest guard of his weapon, twisting his arm at an unnatural angle and sending him crashing into the coffee table. The crack of wood splintering echoed in my ears.

Whoever he was, this was definitely not his first time engaging in such activity–not even his hundredth.

Adam fired at him–but missed. The shot slammed into a bookshelf, raining books to the ground.

The man in black darted forward, impossibly fast. Before I could even register what was happening, he kicked the gun out of Adam’s hand with a force that sent it clattering to the floor. Another guard lunged for the weapon, but the man in black unsheathed a knife from his belt and stabbed him cleanly through the hand.

My lips fell open in horror.

The man in black didn’t hesitate. He turned and drove the blade into the guard’s chest. Blood pooled across the floor like spilled ink.

In the chaos, the last two guards fell, their bodies collapsing with sickening thuds.

And Adam…

Adam didn’t stand a chance. The man shot him in the knee.

Adam’s scream ripped through my ears, chilling me to the bone. He fell to the floor, clutching his leg, writhing in Blood poured from the wound, staining his carpet a deep crimson.

agony.

The scene unfolded so quickly, so horrifyingly, I could barely process it. My heart pounded louder than the fight itself.

RUN! My instincts screamed at me, but my legs felt like stones, weighted and immovable. I was still stuck in the middle of the staircase and hadn’t even made it to the phone that led me down in the first place.

The man in black finally stilled, his chest rising and falling as if he had barely exerted himself. His hand, gripping the gun, dropped to his side.

Then he turned.

And for the first time, he looked at me.

Those dark, empty eyes locked onto mine, piercing through my soul. Eyes I knew. Eyes I’d seen before.

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