“Open the fucking gate!”
They can’t hear me.
They can’t hear fucking anything, because none of the phones are fucking working!
I lay on the horn, flashing my lights as I race toward the end of my driveway.
I’ve been trying to call everyone. Savannah, Benedict, the gate house, the staff house, and nothing has gone through. I had Nero try too but it’s jammed. The fucker found a way to jam the cell service on my property.
Because he’s here.
I roll my window down and wave my arm out. Shouting the whole time.
They finally recognize my SUV, and the gate starts rolling open.
I barely slow. Barely make the turn into the driveway.
When the house comes into view, I see men running toward a panicked Duke.
And fear, like I’ve never known before, stabs me right in the heart.
If I’m too late…
Please don’t let me be too late.
