Sweet Pain (Amatucci Family #3) - Sadie Jacks Page 0,100

one more time, and I’ll make sure your world burns down with you inside it,” I said, my teeth gritted. “Where’s your father?”

Everette’s laugh was hollow and harsh. “At my feet. But I saved him the horror of being raped by some stranger.”

I looked at Willow.

Her eyes were wide. He killed his dad? she mouthed. She made a finger gun and dropped her thumb.

I shrugged. “Where are you, Everett?”

He rattled off a very familiar address. “I hope you like the heat, Penn. Say hello to Satan for me, will ya?” He disconnected the call as the fire alarms rang to shrieking life in the building.

I hauled Willow up, ran down the hall that led to the stairs. “Call 911. Tell them we’ve got a fire.”

I stopped in the office, grabbed up the fireproof safe with all of my personal documents.

Willow screamed as she wrenched her hand from mine. She ran back to the bedroom.

“Willow!” I ran after her.

“Yes, we’re at Penn Towers. The fire alarms are going off,” she said as she ran to her night stand. She swiped up the ring case, grabbed a robe. She jerked to a halt. “Wait. What?”

I was two seconds from flipping her over my shoulder. “What is it?”

She held up a finger before she shoved her finger in her ear. “Say that again?”

She looked up at me. “There’s no fire. The fire department is downstairs. Someone pulled the alarms, but there’re no flames. There isn’t even smoke.”

I grabbed her up and ran back towards the stairs. The room where we’d stored our guns doubled as my panic room. If someone was trying to flush us out, I wasn’t going to make it any easier for them.

I skidded to a halt right inside the door just as the door to the stairs exploded in towards us.

Willow snagged the door and slammed it shut just as it was peppered with debris. “What the hell is going on?” she asked as I hit the button to sound the alarm and shut the place down.

I shook my head. “I have no idea, but I’m not willing to risk your life to find out. See if you can still call out. If not, use the landline. If that’s out, there’s a sat phone in the drawer. Call the Amatuccis.” I went to the gun safe, unlocked it.

I got out two pistols, stuffed at least three loaded magazines into my pockets. I got out Willow’s 9mm and her .22 Ruger. We were going to be well armed, if nothing else.

“The call went through. Turo’s on the line.” She tossed me the phone.

I caught it in midair. “Turo, we’ve got a group of infils, headed or at least joined by Everett Cavendish. Considering his status before this was playboy, I think he’s with de Si—”

“de Silva’s men. Where are you?” he asked, his voice cold and efficient.

“Panic room. Far north corner. We’ve got firearms and ammo. I’ve already hit the alarm for the police. But I have a way to get Willow out of here. I just need you guys to come get her.”

“Not happening, Ryker Anthony,” Willow shouted at me as the group of infiltrators started trying to smash down the door. She got her guns out of their holsters, did a quick check.

Fuck she was hot with guns in her hands.

“Give me the details. We’ll make it happen,” Turo said.

“I have dedicated roof access here. From this room. My helicopter is out for repairs so the roof is empty. It also doesn’t have public access unless they have a fire marshal’s key. I’m going to send her up there. Do you guys have a way to get to her?” I started pulling books off my shelves, tossing them to the floor.

“That would take some time. We do not have access to a helicopter. Only our private jet.”

More pounding came from the door.

“But we will come up with something. I suggest you both go to the roof. If nothing else, it will provide a bottlenecking measure for the men after you if they manage to breach your panic room. I will expect both of you on the roof in fifteen minutes. Do not be late.” He hung up.

I snarled. “Looks like we’re both going for a ride, cupcake.” I looked at her. Except for my t-shirt and her thin robe, my girl had nothing on.

I was commando under my sleep pants, so that was out. Note to self, restock panic room with actual essentials instead of just guns. I