Had he come with his partner in the car?
Probably.
Herschel no doubt wanted some kind of backup to make sure this attack was a success. After all, if Herschel got rid of both of Maddox’s parents, then there’d be no fight for custody. However, that only led Jericho to yet another set of questions.
Did Herschel really want Maddox enough to kill for him?
And why?
Because Jericho wasn’t sure a man like Herschel was capable of loving a child this much.
Jericho didn’t have time to dwell on that because another shot came crashing through the window, and it spewed broken glass all over the room. Some of it even flew behind the couch.
Worse, it didn’t stay a single shot.
The bullets began to rip through what was left of the window. Tear through the walls, too. It was an old house with a wood frame, and if the shooters were using the right kind of bullets, they could do some serious damage before Jax and backup could even arrive.
“Crawl to my bathroom,” Jericho told Laurel. “Get in the tub.”
“You can’t stay out here, either,” she insisted.
“I’ll be right behind you.”
Maybe. But he immediately had to rethink that maybe when he finally spotted the shooter in the ditch. Jax would be there soon, and this guy was right next to the road. Jericho didn’t want his brother getting hurt. Losing one family member to Herschel’s schemes was more than enough.
Jericho moved to the side of a bookcase. Like the couch, it wasn’t ideal coverage, but it would do. Hopefully. Since there wasn’t any glass remaining in the window, he leaned out and fired right at the shooter in the ditch.
The guy dropped back down. But Jericho didn’t think he’d managed to hit him.
Still, if he could keep both of these idiots pinned down, that would keep Laurel and the rest of the ranch safe. That thought had barely crossed his mind, however, when he heard a sound he definitely didn’t want to hear.
More shots.
Coming from the car.
Shooter number one was back at it again, and this time the bullets weren’t coming at Jericho. They seemed to be going on the other side of the house. Right in the direction of the bathroom where he’d just sent Laurel. And right in the direction of where there were sounds of yet more broken glass.
It didn’t help when he heard her scream.
“You can’t do this!” Laurel shouted. “Please. No!”
Hell.
Jericho raced from the living room, praying that one of those bullets hadn’t hit her or that a third gunman hadn’t managed to get into the house. Either was possible. He didn’t have a security system and rarely even locked the windows or doors. Anyone could have gotten in.
Jericho kept as low as he could when he approached the bathroom. The light wasn’t on, but there was a small window near the ceiling, and it gave him just enough illumination to see Laurel in the tub.
She had her left hand covering her head, and there were shards of glass on her from the broken window.
“Are you hit?” Jericho asked.
Her breath was gusting, and when she turned to look at him, that’s when he saw that she had her phone against her ear. Despite the fact the bullets were coming at them nonstop, she still got out of the bathtub and would have bolted out the door if Jericho hadn’t caught her.
“What’s wrong?” he demanded, and he pulled her to the floor to get her out of the path of those shots.
Laurel frantically shook her head, fighting to get away from him. “They went after Maddox.”
That handful of words sent his stomach straight to his knees. “Who did?”
“Kidnappers.” Her answer rushed out with her breath, and Laurel scrambled to her feet again. “We have to get to him. Sandy said the kidnappers broke into her house, and they’re trying to take Maddox right now.”
Laurel tried to push Jericho aside so she could run to her car. It didn’t work. He held on, cursing at her to stop.
“Is your friend alone in the house with Maddox?” Jericho asked. “Has she called the Sweetwater Springs’ cops?”
Laurel nodded to both his questions and tried to break free again. Everything inside her was spiraling out of control, and she was within a breath of a panic attack—something that wouldn’t do her or Maddox any good—but she couldn’t seem to stop herself.
“Getting yourself killed won’t help Maddox,” he snarled.
That helped with the panic. Well, it helped enough so that she could level her breathing and try to fight through the need to run.
Jericho took her by the arm and maneuvered her toward the kitchen. He slapped off lights along the way, pausing only long enough to put on his jacket and grab a set of keys before they went to the back door.
“Keep low and move fast,” he ordered.
The relief flooded through her. They weren’t going to hunker down and wait. They were going after Maddox. But that relief was short-lived when they stepped outside, and the bullets came. Not directly at them. The shooter was still firing into the front and side of the house, but without the walls to buffer the sounds, the shots were deafening.
And worse.
The shots started coming toward them.
“They’re using infrared,” Jericho said under his breath.
Someone obviously wanted them dead, but Laurel couldn’t give in to the fear and panic that was snapping at her like the bitter wind. She had to get to Maddox.
Obviously, Jericho felt the same way because despite the shots, he practically dragged her onto the porch with him. With his hand on her back, he kept her low. Kept her running, too, toward his truck that was parked between them and the barn. That’s when Laurel spotted the other damaged truck by the side of the house.
Soon, very soon, she’d need to find out if her father was responsible for that attack and this one. But for now, she had more pressing matters.
Jericho threw open the driver’s side of his truck, shoving her inside and onto the floor. He shut the door, and in the same motion, he started the engine.
“Call Jax again.” He tossed her his phone and hit the accelerator. “Tell him what’s going on. And stay down.”
Despite her shaking hands, Laurel found Jax’s number in the recent calls and pressed it. “I’m almost there,” Jax greeted her.
Laurel was about to tell him they were on the run, but the bullet blasted through the side window. The safety glass held, but it wouldn’t for long.
“We’re on our way to Sweetwater Springs,” she said to Jax. “You need to get all the help you can out to 225 Anderson Lane to stop a kidnapping.”
“A kidnapping? What’s going on there?” Jax asked. At least he didn’t hesitate, or curse her, after hearing her voice.
“Someone’s trying to take...my son.” Not exactly a lie, but Jericho would have to explain the full truth later: that Maddox was his son, too.
Now Jax cursed. Maybe because