The first shot hit the gates at 3:17AM.
Naya was asleep in Damien’s arms when the sound cracked through the estate.
Not thunder. Not fireworks.
Gunfire.
Damien was moving before her eyes opened.
“Get down,” he said. He was already pulling her off the bed, onto the floor. His body covered hers.
More shots. Closer.
“Luca!” Damien shouted.
“I’m here, boss!” Luca’s voice from the hallway. “They breached the east wall. 20 men. Maybe more.”
Naya’s heart was in her throat. Her hands went to her belly. “The baby”
“He’s fine,” Damien said. He was calm. Too calm. “Listen to me. We have a safe room downstairs. You’re going there with Luca. Now.”
“I’m not leaving you,” Naya said.
“You are,” Damien said. He cupped her face. “Because if anything happens to you or him, I lose everything. Do y
