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It was quiet.
Too quiet.
Where the hell was her father?
Sliding Myles’s phone into her pocket, she took the gun out and dipped back into the protection of the woods.
Roxxy tried to remain as quiet as she could as she made her way toward the direction Myles had vanished.
If they were coming for him, they were going to have to deal with her and her parents.
The men had spread out, disappearing into the woods. Myles had wondered if they were just going to walk right up the driveway to the house. When they ducked back into the shadows of the trees, it was exactly what Myles was hoping for. He had been trailing one of them unnoticed. They stopped at the end of the trees. Myles watched them and recognized they had a plan. This was no random hit. These men had carefully laid-out plans and knew what they were looking for.
There was no way in hell he was going to allow these men to cause harm to the Suttons.
Myles bit back a growl. He remained hidden amongst the trees. He briefly shut his eyes, having to draw on his days when he was in the Army.
His eyes flickered open, and he had to beat down the rage that threatened to consume him. He crept behind the guy, who had let his guard down.
Myles flew into action. He wrapped an arm around his neck and clamped his other hand over his mouth to muffle his yell. Myles dragged him back deeper in the trees. He brought him upright and applied pressure to his neck with his forearm. Within seconds, the man’s body became dead weight. Myles lowered him to the ground. He pulled out a few zip ties he’d taken from the Sutton’s shed and secured the man’s wrists.
Myles left him propped up against a tree and moved on.
He tried to will his heart to slow down.
He needed to be calm while he hunted.
Myles approached another one. He ducked behind a thick tree and looked around it at the perp. He had a radio that cut in with a person giving updates. It was on the lowest volume, but Myles heard the person.
“Lights are out in the house. They must be asleep.”
Movement caught Myles’s eye. He turned and saw another man walking toward the one with the radio. In a blink of an eye, he vanished. Myles froze. He relaxed once he saw a familiar figure.
Earl.
Looked like the older man still had it.
Two down. Six more to go.
“We move out, now,” the one with the radio responded.
“Copy that.”
Myles moved.
He took the man by surprise. Myles whipped him around and pulled back his arm. His fist slammed into the guy’s face, sending him to the ground. The gun in his hands went flying somewhere in the brush. Myles released a curse.
“Myles Burton,” the guy growled. He pushed off the ground. He reached up and wiped the blood from his face with the back of his hand. “We’ve been looking for you. Thanks for making our job easier.”
“Who the hell are you people?” Myles demanded. “What the hell do you want?”
“Not for you to know. They just paid me.”
He dove at Myles, who immediately blocked him. He swung a left uppercut that connected with the thug’s stomach. Myles swung his right elbow down, connecting it with the back of his neck, rendering him unconscious. He fell forward, landing on the ground at Myles’ feet.
Myles leaned down and searched him. He took the handheld radio and lowered the volume. He clipped it on to his belt buckle and bent down, running his hands over the man’s body. He felt a bulge in the back pocket and took out a wallet. He took the driver’s license out and put it back where he found it.
He secured this one like that last guy. He stood up straight, a stick breaking behind him. He whipped around, drawing the gun in his borrowed holster out.
