Lawless:Mob Boss Book Three

By: Michelle St. James

“Please stay put, David,” she muttered under her breath, crawling to the edge of the cabinets that made up the kitchen island. They were protecting her from the now empty window casings, but they also blocked her view.

She dared a glance around the island and was met with a hail of splintering wood from above. So someone had a good view of her position then. Great. She was a sitting duck, trapped in the kitchen, unable to get to David and escape the house without risking another round of gunfire. The lights were on, but it was dark outside, which meant she couldn’t see a thing beyond the windows while whoever was shooting at her could see everything. She’d basically given them a spotlight. They had her on the defensive, and that was never a position of power.

She was leaning forward again, preparing to crawl for the stairs, get to David where she stood a better chance of protecting him — or at least keeping him from walking into a firestorm — when the lights went out. A split second later, someone grabbed her from behind. The urge to scream was reflexive, but a hand was clamped over her mouth before she got the chance.

“Shhhh…” a familiar voice said in her ear. “It’s me.”


She twisted a little to look at him, and he removed his hand from her mouth.

“What are you doing here?” she hissed.

“I came to tell you someone was trying to kill me — and maybe you — but I think it’s a little late for that,” he said drily. “And you’re welcome.”

“You’re welcome? You haven’t done anything yet,” she said.

“I just got here.” He pushed her behind him. Something shimmered in the faint light of the now darkened kitchen, and she saw that he had a gun, too. “I’ll cover you while you get David.”

“Then what?”

“Then you stay put until I come for you,” he said. “Is there a way out from upstairs?”

“There’s an old staircase at the back. A servant’s staircase, I think.”

“Where does it lead?” he asked.

She thought about the brownstone. “Here in the kitchen, to that door.” She tipped her head toward a closed door. “And also… to the cellar, I think.”

“Is there an exit in the cellar?” he asked.

“I have no idea.”

He nodded. “We’ll figure it out. Just make a run for it when I start shooting, and stay put with David until I come for you.”

She wasn’t crazy about leaving Nico to fight her battle while she hid upstairs, but keeping David safe was her number one priority.

“Okay,” she said, kicking off her heels.

“On my count,” he said. “Three, two, one…”

He peered around the counter and started firing in the direction of the windows. She scurried on all fours to the protection of the hallway, the gun still in her hand. She was hurrying up the stairs when she heard gunfire explode outside the foyer. She thought someone might be trying to get in through the front door, but then she heard answering shots from another location beyond it and realized there were multiple people shooting at the front of the house. How long would it take the police to get here? Or had they been paid for a delay by whoever orchestrated the attack?

She couldn’t rule it out. Anything was possible with the Syndicate.

She hit the second floor landing at a run and burst into David’s room. He was sitting on the bed, backed up against the headboard, his face frozen in cold terror.

“It’s okay.” She rushed into the room, never so grateful for David’s instance on keeping the drapes drawn. “We’re going to get out of here.”

He stared straight ahead, his eyes glazed over, as she took hold of his arm.

“Come on. We have to go. Get your shoes.” He didn’t move, and she leaned down so she could look him in the eyes. “Look at me, David. Now.”

His eyes seemed to clear, and he cut his gaze to hers.

“It’s going to be okay, but we have to get out of here. All right?”

His nod was reluctant, but at least he was responding.

“Where are your shoes?” she asked him.

“Closet,” he croaked, his eyes widening as another round of gunfire burst from the first floor of the house.

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