Page 51 of Spike (Iron Thunder MC 5)
“He hasn’t done anything!” I spoke up, but Daddy wasn’t looking at me.
“Did you seduce her? Did you touch her?” he thundered.
Spike had his jaws clenched. From the way he was staring back at my father, I knew he was going to confess. He wasn’t going to lie and stand by his actions. Oh my God! All of a sudden, this started looking like a very bad idea. Maybe I should have tackled it differently. I wasn’t expecting Daddy to react like this.
“Well? What happened between the two of you?” he snarled and looked at Spike and then at me.
“Daddy, I can explain,” I said.
“Sabrina, just sit down!” Spike growled.
“You were supposed to be her bodyguard!” Daddy shouted at Spike.
“And I have done my duty,” Spike replied.
“And what else did you do?”
“Daddy…please!” I cried. I wanted to say more. I didn’t know what but I wanted to give Daddy an explanation, but before I could continue, there was a loud bang from somewhere in the house.
It sounded like gunshots. We could hear screaming. It had to be Cherie or someone else from the kitchen staff. Two more gunshots and then the sound of a door crashing. The front door? I screamed and before I could react, I felt Spike pull me into his arms.
“Come on,” he groaned as he threw me over his shoulder. More gunshots and there was the sound of feet. Loud voices from somewhere in the house. I had no idea what was happening. I didn’t know where Spike was taking me, but he had me. I knew he would keep me safe.Spike ran with me on his shoulder through the main corridor and then took me through a room into another room and very soon, I’d lost track. I had no idea where we were going. This was my house! I should have known, but I didn’t. The house was too big and I had always been very closely monitored, so I had never actually explored.
“Spike!” I shouted when we heard the dull thudding sounds of more guns. Finally, we were in a dark room with no windows or lights and he shut the door.
“Sabrina, you need to be here by yourself for some time,” he said.
When he put me down, I felt my knees buckle and I collapsed to the floor. It was as if all of a sudden, I had no energy, no strength to keep myself up. Everything was a mess. My life was in actual danger. There were gunmen in our house!
“Sabrina!” Spike hissed and bent to put his hands on my arms. Slowly, he shook me and I was forced to look up at him.
“Do you understand what I’m saying?” He searched my eyes. My vision was finally clearing and adjusting to the dark. I could see him now, his brown eyes intensely studying mine.
“I can’t be here by myself, Spike, I can’t be alone. Where are we?”
“We’re still in the house. I found this place accidentally a few days ago. I don’t think even the staff know about this room. You’ll be safe here.”
I shook my head. Nothing felt safe. I didn’t think I would ever be safe again, not without him.
I lunged at him, wrapping my arms around his neck. Despite the danger and fear, there was a part of me that was relieved to see that he still cared. I’d forgotten what it felt like to look directly into his eyes.
“Spike, I’m sorry, I messed up. I shouldn’t have forced you into that dinner situation with Daddy. Not without warning.”
He started pulling away from me.
“We can’t talk about this now.”
“But what if I never get a chance to say this to you?”
“Nothing is going to happen to you, Sabrina,” he said in a lower and firmer voice. He was looking into my eyes, and then reached for my face, brushed his thumb on my cheek. I closed my eyes so I could cherish the moment.
“But right now I have to go out there and rescue your father. I have no idea what’s going on but I have to find out,” he said and straightened up.
He didn’t give me a chance to stop him. He was already out of the door.
I sat alone in the small empty room in the dark, listening to the sounds of chaos outside. I didn’t have the first idea of what could be happening. Who were these people? Where was our home security?17SpikeI didn’t know what was going on and my first priority was to keep Sabrina safe, but I felt responsible for Wyndham’s safety too. Seconds before the attackers shot the front door down; he was accusing me of manipulating his daughter—but that conversation could wait. We had more important shit to deal with right now.
More importantly, where were his own bodyguards?
I snuck back down the corridors. Things were quiet now, but I could hear voices. There were no more gunshots. My best guess was that Wyndham had been taken hostage and the attackers were holding him at gunpoint. Were they robbers?
