75. Otis
Chapter 75
Otis
I pushed the dead guy off me and got to my feet to survey the damage. My thigh was still bleeding but I was alive thanks to Rafe and his friends, who were pulling weapons off the two dead guys on the floor.
“Fuck,” I said, wiping blood off my face.
I’d hit one of the men when he’d opened the door to the butler’s pantry, but another one had fired at me almost immediately. I’d ducked to avoid the bullet, then been pushed to the ground when he rushed me. I’d been about two seconds away from a bullet to the brain when Rafe and his crew showed up.
“You okay?” Rafe asked.
“Hit in the leg,” I said.
Rafe stalked across the kitchen and grabbed one of the dish towels that was hanging from a hook. He handed it to me and I twisted it to make a tourniquet, then wrapped it around my leg, knotting it tight to try and stop the bleeding.
“We need to get upstairs,” I said. “Daisy and her sister are up there.”
There was no time to ask why Rafe was here, how he’d known we needed help. I picked up my gun from the floor where it had fallen and we started for the back stairs, then froze when we heard a shout.
And it wasn’t coming from the second or third floors — it was coming from the front of the house.
Outside.
I made a beeline for the hall, one word pounding like a jackhammer in my mind.
Daisy .