by T. S. Ryder
"So beautiful," he murmured.
Mack ground herself against him, hating that she didn't have the strength to tear off his clothes the way he tore off hers. The effect of her actions was immediate. Sparks of heart erupted everywhere they touched, and Mack let herself get lost in the sensations.
***
It was several hours later that Oliver abruptly stood and pulled his boxers back on. Mack, panting and confused, propped herself up on her elbows–sometime in their fevered lovemaking, they had abandoned the sofa to lay on the floor. Her whole body throbbed with pleasure as she stared up at her lover.
"What's wrong?"
"If those men were sent by Gedge to kill you, then he won't stop with them." Oliver ran a hand over his hair. "He'll send more. I have to get ready for them."
The flame of passion was drowned as cold fear doused her. Mack scrambled to her own feet, looking around her for underwear. "We have to call Tom Meyer. And leave. We can't stay here when there's a drug lord coming after us!"
Oliver's brow furrowed. "Once he realizes that I killed the men sent after you, he will want me dead as well, won't he?"
That only served to increase Mack's panic. She yanked on her new sports bra, disregarding the torn tank top, and grabbed Oliver's hand. "We have to get away from here. Meyer can protect us. He's a US marshal, he'll be able to find a new place for us to go and be safe."
"Until I turn into a gorilla in front of him and he shoots me." Oliver's mighty body trembled. "I can't leave here, Mack. This is my home. It's the only place I'm safe."
"But you're not safe!" How could she get him to understand the stakes here? "You're not safe because Gedge knows where you are, and eventually his men are either going to kill you, or they'll discover your secret and then the whole world will know."
Oliver's eyes widened. His chest stopped moving for a second.
"The only chance we have is to get out of here."
"We can't."
"Oliver—"
"I don’t have any cars."
Mack stopped, blinking.
"Everything I need comes to me," he admitted, digging his fingers into his hair. "I don't have any vehicles at all. We can call a chopper in, but they don't always get my messages right away. There have been times when it's up to a week later that they hear me and head over. I've never had a problem with it before… And it could take just as long for Meyer to get out here."
"So we head out on foot."
"The road is the only sure way to get back to civilization. I built this place in the middle of a swamp to keep people away… No. You call Meyer and the chopper, but in the meantime, I'm going to get this place ready for battle. I know everything about it. I'll protect you."
Mack bit her lip, trembling. Tears pooled in her eyes and she reached for Oliver. "Can't we just hide?"
"That's not in a gorilla's nature," Oliver whispered. "We fight for what's ours."
Mack knew that well enough–the gorillas were always peaceful in the zoo, but she had watched enough nature documentaries to know that gorillas were gentle creatures most of the time, but would fight to the death in defending each other. Especially silverbacks defending their mates. Her trembling increased.
"Oliver, please. This isn't how it's supposed to be. You can protect me by staying with me, finding a place to hide where they can't find us."
His eyes softened and he pulled her tight against him. "There isn't anywhere to hide except that one place in the atrium. I'm sorry, Mack. But you will go there, and I will take care of the intruders. Now go and call the marshal. With luck, we won't have to deal with them at all."
Mack knew it wasn't going to do any good to argue, and they were wasting precious time. Yanking on her panties, she ran to Oliver's office. She phoned the chopper first; she got voicemail, and briefly explained what was happening while pleading for them to come right away. Next, she phoned Meyer.
"Bertha?" His voice was incredulous when he answered. "Mack, I mean. I didn't expect—"
"Some of Gedge's men attacked us," she interrupted, her muscles bunched and tense. "We managed to fight them off, but we think there are more coming. You have to come get us."
Meyer was silent.
"Tom? Tom, did you hear me?"
"Yeah, I heard you. I was just about to phone you, Bertha."
Mack closed her eyes, praying for patience. "Whatever it is you want to tell me—"
"Your situation is worse than you think. I just got the word. Gedge escaped from prison."
Chapter Eight
A day passed, quiet and still. Oliver kept her by his side as he moved through the house, closing every window and door. He cranked the heat up so high that eventually Mack had to fill the little hidey-hole in the atrium with things from the freezer and stay there. Despite the temperatures, Oliver was never sweating whenever he came to check on her.
"They'll have a harder time than I will navigating the house with these temperatures," he explained when she asked about it. "But I need you to stay cool and hydrated. Do you have enough water?"
Mack nodded. Down in the hole with a flashlight, she was tense and anxious, but with all the frozen produce and water bottles, she was managing to stay quite cool. She grasped Oliver's hand in hers, refusing to cry–if there was running and fighting to do later, she couldn't waste any precious moisture now.
"Do you think Gedge will come himself?" Would he make her watch him kill Oliver, or would he put a bullet in her brain, like he did with her boss?
"I don't know. I hope so." Oliver curled his lips back; both upper and lower canines were huge in comparison to his incisors. "I'll kill him one way or another."
Mack shivered. "Oliver, please—"
"I'll do my best not to die, too." He brushed a finger along her jaw. "But you have to realize… you are the most important thing to me right now. Here," he shoved a gun into her hand before she could argue further. "Use it if you have to."
"Where—"
"I took it off one of the bodies. Now listen carefully. If you are discovered, shoot first. Don't hang around to see if they're going to do anything. Take them out and get outside. Use that window," he pointed, and Mack nodded when she saw the one he meant. "It's the only safe way out of the house at the moment, other than off the roof. Don't stick around inside. I have too many traps. Get out and run into the swamps. Head north. The alligators that way aren't as aggressive. I'll find you."
Mack nodded. She desperately wished that she could do something more, or that she was able to fight back side by side with Oliver rather than cower in her hole, waiting for something to happen.
"Don't come out until I get you. Not for anything."
Mack nodded, and Oliver lowered the trapdoor again, sealing her in with the frozen lentils and beans. Mack closed her eyes, trying to get a little rest before all hell broke loose.
***
She had not been expecting the explosions. When the deafening sounds shook her small hiding spot, Mack gasped and clutched the gun tighter. She turned the flashlight off, afraid that it was dark out and she'd give away her position, but then turned it on again, knowing if it was bright out, she'd be blinded by the harsh light if her eyes adjusted to the dark. Besides, the trapdoor was sealed tight. No light could escape it.
Gunfire sounded like a distant crack of thunder. Was it Gedge and his men, or the traps Oliver had set?
It wouldn't be Meyer–she had convinced Oliver to phone him and tell him about the two safe exit points. If the marshal did show up, he wouldn’t enter through the door. Unless Gedge and Meyer had both shown up at the same time.
Panicking wasn't going to help and she took in a deep breath, held it, and then let it out slowly. She couldn’t do anything about the pounding of her heart, though, or the anxiety that coursed through her. More gunfire. More explosions. Then silence.
"Bertha?"
Mack's heart jolted at the muffled sound of Tom Meyer's voice. She threw open the trap door, scrambling out. Meyer jumped. He wa
s only a few feet from her hiding place, and relief crossed his face as he stomped over to her. "Hurry, we have a chopper on the roof but this place is crawling with Gedge's men. Where's Oliver?"
Mack shook her head, her relief at seeing Meyer disappearing as anxiety for Oliver clawed at her gut. Was he okay? "Have you seen a gorilla?"
Tom's eyes widened. Sweat dripped down the side of his face. "A gorilla?"
"Oliver has a gorilla that's trained to protect him," she muttered, unwilling to say anymore. "He's probably… with it."
Meyer shook his head. "My men will find him, but it's important we get you out of here. It's hot as blazes in here!"
"Oliver's good with heat." Sweat was already beginning to bead on Mack's forehead. She clutched the gun as Meyer began leading her away. He cast a surprised glance at it.
"You should give that to me." He moved to take it.
Mack shook her head. "No. You have a gun. I can defend myself."
"And how will you know who's your enemy and who's a friend?"
"If they shoot at us, I shoot back."
Mack lifted her chin and glared at him. She didn't even really know how to use the handgun, other than to point and pull the trigger, but just having it in her hand was a comfort. Meyer frowned at her, but shook his head and continued on.
There were intermittent bursts of gunfire, but they met no resistance as they made their way through the house. Mack was tense, on edge, expecting at any moment that Gedge would appear behind them and shoot them in the back. Her heart was in her throat, but he made no appearances. His men didn't block their way. Her heart lifted as they neared the rooftop–if Oliver somehow made his way up as well, everything would be perfect.
Or so she thought.
When they emerged onto the roof, Mack gasped. Half a dozen men were standing near a black helicopter. She didn't see the way the men stood loosely, with their hands on holstered guns, or the way they stood in a protective semi-circle. All she saw was the man standing in the middle of them.
Gedge. Tall, with pale skin and striking blue eyes. Hair the color of corn silk. Muscular build. In another lifetime, he could have been a movie star. He smiled.
Mack brought her gun up, but before she could pull the trigger, Meyer snatched the weapon from her. She turned shocked eyes on him, and he shrugged at her. He turned the gun on her and prodded her forward with a jerk of his head.
Her legs wobbled with every step, but Mack summoned all her courage and lifted her chin. Before she knew it, she was striding forward, regardless of Meyer's prodding. She had every intention of marching right up to the filthy drug lord and slapping him across the face, but Meyer grabbed her arm, stopping her before she could reach Gedge.
She summoned up the filthiest look she could muster with her heart pounding the way it was and glared at the marshal. "So you're a dirty cop."
"Pays better."
"Why even let me testify against him in the first place if you were going to help him escape and kill me?"
"Quite simple, my dear." Gedge smiled at her as if he was asking her to tea. "You had already given your testimony. It could have been used against me even if you were dead. Actually, killing you may have harmed my case further. But now…"
"But now that you've already been convicted you're going to kill me?"
"No. Certainly not. I'm here to make you change your testimony. Admit you lied, tell them that you were sleeping with your boss and had a fight, and that you left before the murder took place. Then I will let your family live."
Her family? Mack trembled from head to foot. "Leave my family alone!"
"I have no desire to harm them."
"I'll change my testimony," she blurted. "I'll say whatever you want me to."
The drug lord smiled. "Good—"
An enraged roar interrupted him. The gorilla swung himself over the helicopter, howling. He knocked over three of Gedge's men and, as the rest drew their weapons, he grabbed Gedge by the throat and threw him into them. Meyer cursed and shot two rounds before Oliver was on him, teeth flashing.
Mack darted in closer, snatching the handgun from Meyer as he screamed, grappling at Oliver's jaws. She pointed wildly at the drug lord, holding it with both hands as she fired. The kickback rammed up her arms, knocking the breath out of her, but she continued to shoot wildly while the men dove for cover. She saw one whip around, blood splattering from his skull, and drop. Gedge shot back.
Oliver's fist shot out, grabbing Mack's top. As bullets flew towards them, he shoved her under Meyer's still body and charged. Blood dripped down over her eyes, blinding her. There were screams. Mack blinked rapidly, but everything was happening too quickly for her to follow.
Another sound beat at her ears–the second chopper. Her heart sank. More of Gedge's men. They were going to be killed, her family was going to be killed and it was all her fault. If she had just kept her mouth shut about the murder, if she hadn't decided to be so damn noble—
Oliver let out a howl of pain. Mack's heart jumped into her throat. She shoved at Meyer's body, struggling to see what was happening. All of the drug lord's men were down. All that was left was Gedge himself, leaning against his chopper, a gun pointed at Oliver. He rapidly pulled the trigger but nothing came out. Oliver stumbled towards him, one arm dangling uselessly. Blood poured from his strong body. Mack knew she was screaming but couldn't hear her own voice.
The gorilla grasped Gedge's shirt, dragging him towards the edge of the building. Gedge fumbled at his belt and drew a switchblade. He stabbed it into Oliver's leg. The gorilla howled but kept going. Another stab. Another howl.
Mack screamed, throwing the body off her. She dashed for a gun to finish off the drug lord herself, but before she could get to it, Oliver had reached the edge of the building. With a final scream, he tossed Gedge off the side. He turned, and Mack could have sworn there was a smile on his face before he crumpled backward, disappearing as he followed Gedge off the side of the building.
No.
Mack moved forward, numb, eyes wide.
No.
Pain lanced in her stomach. Stumbling, she looked down. Her front was covered in blood. Her blood. She had been hit.
Oliver.
Black closed in from all sides.
Not Oliver.
Blood gushed between her fingers. Mack fell to her knees.
No!
Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as darkness claimed her.
Chapter Nine
It took weeks for Mack's body to heal from the bullet wound. While at the hospital, she drifted in and out of drug-fueled dreams, never staying in one place long enough to differentiate between the two. Her family visited her, her mother singing her lullabies, her father reading her stories, her brothers not really saying much at all. There was always a low-lying panic under all the painkillers in Mack's system, but she could never remember what she was so afraid of or who she was afraid for.
Eventually, though, her head began to clear. Her mother told her what happened after she blacked out. The helicopter contacts had heard her message moments after she had left it and contacted the marshals and the FBI. Both had mobilized, and a SWAT team arrived just after Oliver had toppled from the building. She had lost a lot of blood, but they were able to get her to a hospital just in time.
The marshal who took over her case from Meyer's betrayal assured her that Gedge's organization wasn't going to go anywhere near her and her family. There had already been dissension among the ranks, and they were too busy fighting each other for control of his empire to worry about her now. He had no family who would want to take revenge on her. She was safe.
"What about Oliver?" Mack had asked when she learned that Gedge's body had been found on the forest floor beside the mansion.
"His body has not been recovered."
"He had a gorilla."
The marshal's brow furrowed. "There haven't been any gorillas found either."
Mack closed her eyes. "That means he's alive. He
has to be."
The marshal sighed. "He could be, yes. But don't get your hopes up. Gedge could have brought a lot more men with him than you saw. You and Oliver fought bravely. You should be proud of yourself."
Proud of herself? She couldn’t care less how many men Gedge had. She had seen Oliver fall off that building, but if he hadn't been found, that meant that he was alive somewhere. Maybe in the hidey-hole, nursing his wounds. Maybe he was unable to shift back into a human because of his injuries, and he was out in the forest and swamps.
It didn't matter. Wherever he was, she was going to find him.
***
Once she started refusing the pain medication, Mack was deemed healed enough to head home. Her old room felt comforting, but her gut churned constantly, wondering where Oliver was and if he was safe, or if he had stumbled away from the mansion only to die, and was now being eaten by alligators.
"What are you doing out of bed?"
Mack looked up to see her mother frowning at her, hands on her hips. She was sitting at the kitchen table, laptop in front of her. "Mom, the doctor said I was fine to get up and move around."
"You're still not healed. If you need to get places you should ask for help. It's not safe for you to go up and down the stairs by yourself." Her mother bustled over to her, shaking her head.
"I don't get an internet connection upstairs."
Her mother frowned when she saw what Mack was looking at. "Flights to Florida?"
Mack tensed.
"Honey, if search and rescue down there haven't been able to find him, you won’t be able to either.
"I'm not going to sit around here and worry until they give up."
"You think that you'll be able to find him in all that swampland?" Her mother put her hands on her hips.
Mack ignored her mother's tone and clicked on a flight that would get her there the very next day.
"Bertha—"
"Mom, I'm going. I'm not giving up on him. I am going to find him."
"You're talking like you think you love him. You don't even know him."
