Page 58 of Trapping His Angel

I never questioned that.

“I could show you the prop-” A flashing red light cut off the rest of what Benedikt was saying.

He leapt out of his seat and grabbed my hand. “Follow me quickly and quietly,” he whispered.

We ran through the mansion until we reached our room. Benedikt shoved me into the walk-in closet and moved his clothes out of the way. In the back wall, there was a small panel on the door.

“Panic room,” he said.

Benedikt entered the code and shoved me into the room. “Don’t open this door for anyone but me. Do you understand?”

I nodded and then he was off, slamming the panel closed behind him. I could see the cameras all over the house, including inside the closet Benedikt was rearranging the clothes in.

He covered the entrance well and withdrew his weapon. I watched in fear on the wall panel, as men approached the mansion. They broke into the front doors and Benedikt was alone. He crept slowly through the halls as they noisily broke inside.

I watched in horror as a gunfight ensued. I checked my body and couldn’t find anything of use to help. There was a phone in here. I just needed to recall a useful number.

The only person I could think of was Valentina.

I dialed her number and waited for her to pick up.

“If this is a telemarketer, know that I will find where you live and assassinate you,” she warned after picking up on the first ring.

“Valentina?” I whispered.

“Isa? Is that you?” Her shocked tone had a male voice grumbling in the background.

“We are under attack, and Benedikt is all by himself.”

“Wait,” a ton of movement sounded on her end, and then Valentina was back. “Say that again for Roman.”

“Benedikt and I are in his home, and we are under attack. He doesn’t have guards here.”

Valentina cursed. “Shit.”

“I don’t know what to do,” I cried.

“Don’t worry, sis. I’m going to get you both help on the double. Just stay where Benedikt put you and trust me, alright?”

I nodded, even though she couldn’t see it, and we hung up. I watched as Benedikt went room by room, taking soldiers by surprise. He’d already uncovered some of their faces, and I caught them on camera.

It was the cartel.

Benedikt was stuck in a hand-to-hand battle with multiple assailants, and all I could do was hold a hand across my mouth to muffle my cries. I wanted to help him, but he told me to stay in the panic room.

Hell, even Valentina told me that.

Just as I was ready to break my word to both of them, I noticed huge SUVs pulling up outside. There were two tanks and a slew of soldiers pouring out of all the vehicles. They were shooting at the cartel.

Valentina sent reinforcements.

The men in the house started retreating outside, trying to help their fellow soldiers, but Benedikt killed two before the others ran. I watched as the rest of the fight ended quickly.

There weren’t many prisoners taken, maybe because Benedikt already knew who was behind the attack. He came back into the bedroom as I watched on the cameras. He walked into the closet and closed the door behind him.

He moved his clothes out of the way, and unlocked the door to the panic room. I flew into his arms, feeling safe once more.

“I don’t want anyone to know about this room. I killed the architect and workers who built it, so it would always remain a secret. You are the only one who knows.”