Bound to my Enemy novel Chapter 233

Chapter 233: Chapter 233.

I step out fully this time, one gun in each hand now, my arms slightly raised, with every sense sharpening instantly.

My eyes flick from corner to corner, every shadow looks like it might move.

I close the door behind me as softly as I can, barely letting it click into place, then I start moving slowly, each step placed deliberately to avoid making noise.

I reach the staircase and pause again, crouching slightly as I glance over the railing. Thr lower floor stretches out beneath me, I tighten my grip on the guns, take a slow breath, and start descending the stairs.

One step at a time, trying my possible best to stay silent and to stay alive, trying to find Zane...Or anyone...Before whatever is out there finds me first. I move down the staircase slowly, each step placed with care, my body angled low, both guns raised just enough to react if I need to.

Tthats when I see him, in all black from head to to toe, his face fully covered and standing in the middle of the hallway like he belongs here and he’s waiting.

His back is to me, he looks alert but he is unaware that I’m behind him.

My heart slams hard....then steadies in a strange, terrifying way.

This is it, there’s ere’s no hesitation, debate or second guessing. If I don’t act now....He will.

My finger tightens on the trigger and I fire.

The sound explodes through the quiet house, the recoil jolting through my arm, sharper than I expect, but I don’t lose grip. He drops instantl, giving him no warning and for a fraction of a second, everything goes still.

Then reality crashes back in, that gun shot wa was loud enough to wake the dead.

"Shit.

My voice is barely a breat, they definitely heard that. Whoever else is in this house....

They heard that and they would come to the location the sound came from...fuck! Fuck!! Why disnt I check if the damn silencer was on....damn it!. I don’t wait, I rush down the remaining stairs, my pulse roaring in my ears now, every instinct screaming at me to move, move, move. To the Kitchen.

I need somewhere to disappear, somewhere I can....

A hand clamps around my wrist hard. The gun is ripped from my grip before I can even react, it clatters across the floor, skidding out of reach.

My heart leaps into my throat so fast it almost chokes me.

No. No, no, no.....

That was my advantage, rhat was my safety.

And not its....its Gone.

But I don’t get time to panic as the man yanks me backward, trying to pull me off balance.

But this time....i fight

I twist sharply, using the momentum to spin toward him instead of away. Which catches him off gauerd and mt free hand comes up instantly, slamming into his arm, trying to break his grip.

He’s strong but so was the last one and I’m not that girl anymore.

"Let me fucking go!" I snap, my voice raw and furious.

He doesn’t, Instea, he lunges, trying to grab me with his other hand.

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