Shadows Between Us (Stella and Sebastian) novel Chapter 27

Chapter 27

“Quick! Block the gates, and don’t let them in.” Richard, still nursing his old wounds together with Lauren, was the first to

freak out.

The butler looked miserable at his words. ‘Stop Mr. Gray? As if we could, he thought, wanting to say something but holding back. He glanced at Carlos, waiting for him to make the call.

Carlos, his grip tight on his cane, looked like he wanted to say something, but in the end, just waved his hand, silently agreeing with Richard. The butler slunk off to pass on the orders, looking defeated.

No one noticed as five-year-old Ryan quietly snuck out to the backyard. There, a massive iron cage stood, holding two full- grown mastiffs, both fierce and drooling with hunger.

The black-furred mastiff’s were built like lions, each as tall as a grown man when they stood up. Ryan had raised them himself, and they only ever listened to him.

Now, after three days without food, the dogs were at their most terrifying. If set free, they would attack anyone in sight.

“Go find something to eat,” Ryan said with an innocent smile as he opened the cage. That pure, childlike grin was enough to send chills down anyone’s spine.

The two ferocious mastiff’s circled their little master twice before bolting off into the distance. Ryan silently waved in the direction they disappeared.

At S:58, the ornate iron gates of Gray Manor were shut tight, showing no sign of opening. The security guards had already vanished. hiding away for fear of getting caught up in whatever was about to happen.

Eleven black, heavily modified Mercedes-Benz cars sat quietly at the entrance. Sunlight hit the blacked-out windows and seemed to die there.

In the lead car, Sebastian sat perfectly still. His eyes were rimmed with a sickly red, and the intricate patterns at the collar of his black shirt glinted with a predatory gleam.

The air inside the car was thick with tension. Sebastian’s fingers idly twirled his black prayer beads. Normally, such a gesture would be seen as a sign of peace, but Stella knew it looked more like a countdown now.

At 8:59, the engine of the lead car suddenly roared to life, each time louder than before, like a warning to everyone inside.

Right at 9:00, with a loud bang, the bulletproof car crashed straight into the tightly shut, ornate gates of Gray Manor.

When the first hit didn’t do the trick, the driver threw it in reverse and slammed into the gates again. The gates started to bend and buckle under the repeated hits. Soon, with a thunderous crash, the gates finally came crashing down.

The lead car, shoving the broken gates ahead of it, moved forward with ruthless speed, opening the way for the rest. One after another, the cars rolled into Gray Manor without anything stopping them.

Soon, the main villa of Gray Manor came into view. Suitcases were still stacked by the entrance, left completely unattended, but not a soul was in sight.

The cars rolled to a stop. All the car doors, except for Sebastian’s swung open in unison. Men in black suits emerged, faces set in stone. Each one was over six feet tall, looking like they belonged on a runway.

Jake came over to open Sebastian’s door. As he bent down, the grip of a handgun peeked from his waist holster.

“Beretta 92FS,” Stella noted, her voice a cool, knowing murmur. Jake shot her a surprised look, but the next second, her smile vanished from her flawless face.

Stella’s eyes

hardened after she sniffed the air. “Lend me that for a sec,” she said to Jake, though her gaze was fixed on

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Sebastian.

‘Seriously? This is a gun, Jake mused and was about to protest, bt Sebastian’s cool, unpredictable voice interrupted, “Give it

to her.”

Jake pulled the gun from his waistband and handed it over, baffled.

With a cold, focused look, Stella expertly ejected the magazine, checked it, and reloaded it in one smooth motion.

Her actions were flawless, so quick and precise that Jake could only stare in disbelief; she was even more professional than

he was.

“Lucas, stay in the car for now,” Stella said casually, slipping a pair of noise-canceling headphones over his ears. Lucas blinked, looking a little lost, but he nodded obediently anyway. He was so cute that it could melt anyone’s heart.

With a little guy this soft and precious, if anyone even thought about messing with him, she’d make them wish they hadn’t.

As the car door shut. Stella placed a casual hand on the back of Sebastian’s wheelchair. “Mr. Gray,” she called out, her voice relaxed and unhurried.

“Don’t be scared,” she whispered, leaning in close to his ear. Her loose white shirt slipped open at the collar, showing off a tiny mole on her collarbone. Her gaze was icy, with a hint of mischief.

Sebastian stared back at Stella, his eyes deep and impossible to read.

Just then, from the shadows came a menacing, heavy panting sound.

Sebastian’s men were all trained pros, their danger senses on high alert. They quickly tracked down the source, but even these seasoned operatives felt a chill run down their spines when they saw what they were up against.

Not far away, two massive dogs fixated on Sebastian with murderous, bloodthirsty eyes. Their black fur bristled, making them look like monsters hell-bent on tearing him apart.

These were guardian mastiffs, bred for one purpose-protection. Their loyalty was absolute, and their killing power was compared to that of a lion or tiger.

Stella found it bitterly ironic. This was Gray Manor, yet the guardian dogs were against a Gray.

With savage snarls, the starving dogs launched themselves forward. All at once, Sebastian’s men whipped out their guns and trained them on the dogs.

But the shot wasn’t from any of them. John and the others instinctively turned toward the sound.

Stella stood beside the wheelchair, gun held steady in one hand. Her beautiful face was calm, but her eyes were cold and deadly. The casual confidence in her stance was more frightening than any shout.

The mastiff that got shot crashed to the ground, still thrashing in wild agony. The other one skidded to a halt, circling its packmate, driven into a frenzy by hunger and the smell of blood

Stella walked toward the two mastiffs, her expression cold and steely. John was about to say something, but Sebastian shot him a chilling look that shut him up instantly.

The closer Stella got, the more the mastiffs’ hostility and agitation increased. And the warning growls rumbling from their throats grew even more menacing.

Eyes fixed on her, they were ready to rip her to shreds at any moment. Everyone watching couldn’t help but worry about

her.

Stella stopped in her tracks, her eyes sweeping over the mastiffs, cold and utterly devoid of emotion. A silent, chilling aura of

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Chapter 27

dominance spread from her, freezing the air around her.

It was almost impossible to believe that this kind of pressure was coming from an eighteen-year-old girl, so commanding and cold, so fierce and sharp-edged.

She slowly raised her hand toward the barely-alive mastiff, which was still growling with defiance.

A few drops of blood splattered onto Stella’s white shirt. Her eyes were cold and unfathomable, and a razor-sharp smile Touched her lips. The second mastiff’s ferocious bravado was shattered. A high-pitched whine escaped it. It tucked its tail, crouching low to the ground.

inside the villa, everyone from the Gray family who witnessed it felt a chill run down their spines.

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