If they stalled any longer, they’d miss their chance to post the video when everyone was online. Worse, if the Blair family started digging and found anything, they’d all be in deep trouble.
“Yes,” one of the men muttered, but both of them couldn’t stop stealing glances at Emily’s slim figure. They swallowed, probably thinking it was a shame this idiot was the one in front of them instead of anyone else. They weren’t bold enough to actually touch her, not if it could get them caught, but just looking was already making their night.
The two exchanged glances and moved closer together.
“You want to go first, or should I?”
Emily lay crumpled on the cold, dirty floor. Her cheeks were puffy and red, a smear of blood stained the corner of her mouth. She had spent everything fighting off the simpleton earlier, and the struggle left her bruised all over. Now, she could barely move, so weak she could only wait, powerless, for whatever pain was coming next.
“What are you waiting for?” Adela snapped, her tone icy.
“Yeah,” the man grunted, crouching down. He reached his hands out for Emily’s shirt when suddenly, a noise echoed from the door.
“Someone’s here,” he whispered.
Both men froze, instantly yanking out their guns as they crept toward the door. They cracked it open, peeking out into the yard. Complete darkness. Nothing out there, just the wind stirring the branches.
Maybe they imagined it.
Just as they started to relax and open the door a bit more, gunshots exploded in the quiet night. Two sharp shots, quick and precise. Both men went down before they even had a chance to react, clutching their limbs and shrieking in pain.

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