Emergency
Mafia Entanglement
SHAY
I took a seat just as the men were downing their last sips of drinks. I glanced around, noticing that each man was as muscular as the next.
Suddenly, a man burst through the curtains, only to be stopped by two towering figures.
âZane! Weâre in deep trouble,â he gasped out.
Zane spun around and signaled for the men to release him. The man was drenched in sweat and sat down with a shaky sigh.
âWhatâs the problem, Michael?â Zane asked, his eyes scanning Michaelâs body.
âThe Knights! Theyâre here and theyâre looking for you. I barely escaped them, but they left a message for you.â
He lifted his shirt to reveal a deep gash on his side, blood seeping out. âOne of them managed to cut me as I was running away.â
Another man appeared out of nowhere, carrying bandages and medical supplies. I sprang up and rushed to Michaelâs side, taking the supplies from the man. I began cleaning Michaelâs wound.
I quickly cleaned the wound with gauze, then bandaged it up, applying pressure to stop the bleeding. Standing up, I looked at my hands, now stained with blood.
âThat should hold you over until a doctor can see you. Youâre going to need stitches.â
Michael was shaking, his eyes rolling back into his head before he collapsed onto the couch.
He was in shock. I grabbed a towel, wiped my hands, and laid him down on the couch, propping his feet up with pillows.
âZane, we need a doctor here, like, now!â I said, pointing a bloodied finger at him.
He was already on the phone, and within minutes, a doctor rushed into the room. I stepped back, my hands trembling, as he took over.
âHey,â Conner said, placing his hand on my shoulder. âLetâs get you cleaned up.â
He led me to the bathroom and followed me in. I finally noticed my clothes, now splattered with blood.
âHow did you know how to do that?â he asked, nodding toward the door with a small smile.
âI was in nursing school for a few years but had to drop out when my mom got sick. I had to take care of her.â
He gave me a stern look. âYour family has money. Why didnât your dad hire someone?â
âWe donât trust many people with her condition. She has brittle bone disease, and it got worse while I was in college. No one could touch her without breaking a bone.
âI was the only one who knew how to handle her properly. I still broke her bones, but she didnât feel as bad when I did it compared to a stranger.â
I had just finished cleaning my hands when there was a knock on the door. Connor opened it slightly and took a bag from someone.
âTake a quick shower and change. Our guys are handling the gang situation, but hurry in case we need to leave.â He placed the bag on the counter and left.
I stripped and stepped into the shower, washing off the blood that covered my arms and legs.
The shower was stocked with menâs products, but I quickly shampooed my hair and body.
Once the water ran clear, I turned it off and dried off with a fluffy gold towel. I wrapped another towel around my hair.
There was a knock at the door just as I was slipping into the dress from the bag; it fit perfectly. ~How did he have this ready, and how did he know my size?~
I opened the door to find Conner waiting.
âWe have to go now! Theyâre in the building and heading up. Zane is waiting for us at the bottom of the stairs.â
He glanced at my head and shook his head. âLeave the towel. We need to move.â
I unwrapped my hair. He tossed the towel on the floor and led me to a panel that he scanned with his palm. The wall behind the panel shifted, revealing a staircase.
Connor gently pulled on my arm, and we quickly descended the stairs. The wall slid back into place behind us, beeping as it closed.
âItâs secure. No one can get in this passageway,â he said.
I looked at him, remembering that Tony was guarding the curtains. âWhat about Tony?â
âHeâs fine; we told him to leave as soon as we saw them on the floor. He took another stairwell to safety.â
âAnd everyone else on the floor?â I hoped Tammy wasnât caught up in anything.
âEveryoneâs getting out of the club; she went to your locker and got your keys to take your car home.â
We reached a large metal door at the bottom of the stairs. He placed his hand on another scanner, and the door beeped as it opened.
Zane was waiting there and pulled me into a tight hug.
âGood, youâre safe, my love. We need to leave now,â he said, his voice firm.
He led me to a secure garage filled with expensive cars. He pulled out a key with a remote, started a car, and opened the door for me.
âCanât I justââ
He lifted me up and practically shoved me into the car. He quickly got in on the other side.
He pressed a button that opened a door to a ramp leading to an exit, then sped out of the garage. We emerged onto a busy street from a back alley.
Zane floored it as soon as he found a gap in the traffic, and thatâs when I finally got a good look at the sleek black car.
âThis is a nice car,â I said, running my fingers over the gold-plated dashboard.
Zane didnât respond; he kept his eyes on the road, weaving through the thick traffic. Once we reached a quieter road, he pressed hard on the gas pedal.
As we sped down the road, a black SUV pulled out from a side street behind us.
â~Damn it!~ Conner, theyâve found me. Iâm on Ellington Avenue, heading toward the warehouse,â Zaneâs voice was tense as he spoke into the Bluetooth connected to Conner and Noah.
âWeâre on it, boss!â Connerâs voice crackled through the speaker as we sped down the street.
Suddenly, bullets began to whiz past the car. I screamed, pulling my legs up to my chest. More black SUVs appeared in our rearview mirror.
âI need backup ~now~!â Zaneâs voice was firm and commanding.
âWeâll be there in ten seconds, tops.â
Zane pushed the car to its limits, but the black SUVs behind us kept pace. The sound of bullets hitting the car made me glance around in panic.
âDonât worry, the carâs bulletproof. The bullets will just bounce off,â Zane reassured me, glancing my way.
âBut h-how are they keeping up with us?â I stammered, my body shaking. This was all so new and terrifying.
âThey must have souped-up engines. This car is top-notch and fast, but they know that. If theyâve got engines designed to keep up with this one, thatâs how theyâre doing it.â
Suddenly, eight cars came barreling down the road, pulling up alongside the cars chasing us. My head was spinning as I looked behind us in the side-view mirror and out the back window.
âWeâre here, boss. Whatâs the plan?â Noahâs voice was filled with anticipation.
âTake them out. Whoever survives, you know what to do until I can question them.â
âHell yeah! Demolition derby, here we come!â Connerâs voice was filled with excitement.
Zane pushed the car even harder. The headlights behind us bobbed wildly and grew smaller as we sped down the road.
After a while, Zane slowed down, pressed a button, and turned onto a long, dark single-lane road.
We passed through a massive iron gate attached to a matching iron fence that ran the length of a vast yard and disappeared into a wooded area.
We drove through a forest and finally emerged in front of another enormous iron gate, big enough for a semi.
Zane punched some numbers into a keypad by the gate and nodded at the men standing at the guardhouse. They nodded back, automatic weapons in their hands.
We continued down a long driveway, veering left when it split. The other path was wider and disappeared over a hill.
We followed the smaller road, which led to a massive mansion. As I stared at the largest house Iâd ever seen, Zane smiled at me.
âLike my house?â he asked, pulling into the circular driveway. It surrounded a massive fountain, which changed colors as the water spouted from a small house on top.
There were men everywhere, and I looked around nervously.
âWhat is this place? Itâs like a fortress?â I asked, looking at Zane with panic in my eyes.
âThis is my home. These men are here to protect meâand now you.â
He grinned as he opened the car door and then came around to my side, opening mine and extending his hand. I took it hesitantly.
A young teenager rushed out of the house toward us. âYour keys, sir?â
Zane handed him the keys and then helped me out, closing the door behind me. âHeâs the son of a friend who works for me. Heâs too young to do patrol, so I let him park the cars for us.â
He intertwined his fingers with mine and led me toward the largest front door Iâd ever seen.
He placed his palm on a scanner, and the double doors opened into a breathtaking entrance.