Page 114 of Hide Little Traitor

“Get down!” I shout, diving for the gun I left on top of my bag.

Damon barely gets the chance to move before a bullet slices through the quiet night, cutting through the window without shattering it.

The brothers drop to the floor at the same time, crawling across the worn carpet to their own weapons.

“We need to get Chloe!” Ronan shouts as another gunshot sounds.

“Can you see anything outside?” I ask, moving toward the door that joins our rooms.

Pressing his back to the wall beside the window, he shifts the curtain slightly but quickly pulls back. “There are at least three guys out there dressed like the ones that hit the house in Connecticut.”

I curse when I find the door between the rooms locked on the other side.

“Cover me!” I shout, shoving myself to my feet and slamming my body into the door.

I’m not in direct sight of the window, but I’ve seen the shots highly trained assassins can make, and I don’t plan on taking any chances.

The flimsy wood barely puts up a fight, and I crash into the other room, crawling across the carpet to where Chloe and Kingston are still sleeping.

I don’t know how considering how much noise the gunshots are making, but it doesn’t matter right now.

All that matters is getting her to safety.

I grasp hold of the sheets and tug as hard as I can until they tumble over the edge on top of me. Having a naked Chloe on me is usually my favorite part of the day, but not so much when our lives are in danger.

“What the fuck, Ryker?” Kingston snaps.

“We’re under attack! We need to get the fuck out of here right now.”

His dark eyes turn to the window, and he curses, quickly tugging on the clothes he was wearing yesterday while I help Chloe pull on hers.

She’s barely awake, her eyes bleary but full of fear as they dart from the window to the door I destroyed on the way in.

“They’re fine, Siren. This isn’t their first gunfight, and I highly doubt it will be their last.”

“That doesn’t make me feel any better,” she hisses.

I shove her feet into her tennis shoes and secure the laces, making sure she can run if she needs to. I fucking hope it doesn’t come to that, but I need to give her every advantage I can.

Kingston’s dark eyes meet mine before dropping to Chloe.

“I’ve got her,” I promise. “Go check on them.”

He spares us one last glance before slipping into the neighboring room where gunshots sound every few seconds.

I tuck Chloe against my side, fishing Kingston’s phone off the bedside table and dialing Corbin.

The brothers and I plotted several escape routes before we went to bed last night, but most of them are up in smoke now that the car is surrounded and both rooms are compromised.

“King,” he greets on the second ring.

“It’s me. We’re under attack. I need you to hack into the cameras around the motel and tell me how many guys we’re dealing with.”

He curses a moment before the tapping of keyboard keys fills the line.

Another burst of gunfire makes Chloe jolt against me, but I band my arm around her middle tighter, stopping her from slipping away to check on them.

There’s nothing that will get me killed quicker than allowing Chloe to be hurt.