Chapter 7 - The Confrontation
The shop was surrounded. Willa could hear the heavy boots of the men moving in a tactical circle. She gripped a heavy wrench, her knuckles white. She looked at Brutus. The dog was standing tall, his hackles raised, a low, guttural growl vibrating in his chest. He was no longer the broken dog she’d found in the penthouse; he was a guardian again.
The front door groaned as it was kicked off its hinges.
Willa retreated to the back of the shop, her eyes scanning for an exit. There was none. It was a trap.
"Willa Thornton," a voice called out—it was Miles, the man who had brought her to the penthouse. "Don't make this hard. You know what happens to those who break their word to Mr. Kensington."
Willa stepped into the center of the room. "Tell him I’m not breaking my word! I’m fulfilling it! He wanted Brutus saved, and Brutus is alive! That was the deal!"
"The deal changed," Miles said, appearing in the doorway, a silencer-equipped pistol leveled at her.
He didn't hesitate. He pulled the trigger.
Willa dived to the left, but she was too slow. A bullet grazed her arm, spinning her around. She hit the ground, pain exploding in her shoulder.
Suddenly, a blur of gray fur erupted from the shadows. Brutus launched himself at Miles, a hundred and fifty pounds of fury. The man screamed as the dog slammed into him, knocking the weapon from his hand and pinning him to the floor.
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Willa scrambled up, grabbing the wrench, and slammed it down on Miles’s wrist. He went limp, unconscious.
She grabbed the pistol from the floor. She had never fired a gun in her life, but as she looked at the doorway where more men were coming, she knew she had no choice.
