Bound to my Enemy novel Chapter 13

Chapter 13: Chapter THIRTEEN.

A gunshot.

Sharp. Loud and real as fuck.

The music downstairs cut off instantly. Screams followed. Chaos erupted as people surged toward exits, bodies colliding, voices rising in panic.

I froze.

My heart slammed against my ribs as another shot echoed...shouting, then the unmistakable rush of security flooding the room.

Zane was on his feet in an instant.

"Stay where you are," he ordered, already moving.

The world tilted.

Whatever this night was supposed to be had just shattered.

The second gunshot was closer.

Not downstairs this time. Not muffled by distance or music. It cracked through the VIP floor sharp enough that my ears rang.

Zane moved before I did.

His hand closed around my wrist and he pulled me backward, hard, my heels skidding against the floor as bodies surged around us. People were shouting now. Someone screamed. Glass shattered somewhere to my left.

"Stay with me," he said, low and controlled.

He stepped in front of me without thinking, his body angling instinctively like he already knew where danger would come from. I barely had time to register it before another shot rang out, followed by the sound of people stampeding toward the stairs.

My heart hammered so violently I thought I might be sick.

"Zane," I said, my voice too thin. "Your security...where are they?"

He glanced over his shoulder briefly, eyes sharp. "I brought just one."

"And where is he?" I asked, already knowing I wouldn’t like the answer.

"With your cousin."

My chest tightened. "You sent the only one you had with Ivy?"

"Yes."

"So it’s just us," I said.

"Yes."

Another shot echoed from below. Closer, it sounded too close.

Zane didn’t waste time explaining. He dragged me toward the far end of the VIP section, pushing through a narrow hallway partially hidden behind a velvet curtain. The noise dimmed slightly as he shoved open a heavy door I hadn’t noticed before.

Cold air rushed in.

A back exit.

"Move," he said.

I stumbled outside with him, the door slamming shut behind us. The alley was narrow and dim, lit only by a single flickering security light. My breathing came out fast and shallow now, fear finally clawing its way up my throat.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"Anywhere but here."

Another gunshot rang out, unmistakably upstairs this time.

Zane swore under his breath.

"They’re coming up," I said.

"I know."

We walked for a few minutes then abruptly pulled a door handle and suddenly we were outside in a parking lot, pulling me into the shadow between two parked vehicles. His hand pressed briefly against my shoulder, steadying me.

Every rumor I’d ever heard about him screamed through my head at once. About violence. About blood. About men who crossed him and vanished. 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

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