Chapter 42 surprise attack

…Jenna POV…
I look at myself in the mirror while holding my hand over my stomach. Tears start to roll from my eyes and run down my cheeks. I can see the tiniest of bump, but it is this little bump that will bring me and the real man I love back together. But I pray, and god, do I pray that our little bump is still okay. And so do I pray that he is still too.
But I fear that Brendan has not grown white-hot from anger again.
He just got off the phone speaking to Tyler. I don t understand why he speaks to him, but when I do, all I get is smacked around.
Though something else now has him in a flat spin as he is worriedly speaking to someone on the phone where he is sitting in the lounge.
Then all of a sudden, I hear him smashing what I assume is the phone on the kitchen counter. He is about to come in here, and god, I cannot take it if he hits me again. But he only comes in walking and looks at me where I am lying on the bed.
"Get read; we are leaving."
There is a cold chill that flows over the back of my neck, "What do you mean we are leaving?"
"Exactly what I am saying, Jenna," he says, rather annoyed, then he tries to calmly continue, "Your little stunt will have your husband on us in little less than an hour. You can be glad I am not phoning them to take him out."
The horror sets over my heart, and without being able to control myself, I burst out into tears, "You promised if I come with you that you will leave him alone."
"Yes," he agrees with me, but then he changes the tone of his voice, "That is until you have gone and phone him. Now get ready; I want to leave."
"Where are we going?"
He only bursts out in laughter, "Do you think I am going to tell you that? But don t worry, I have a little surprise for him when he gets here."
With that, he is out of the room, and I hear him start loading things in the car.
…Tyler POV…
We are on our way to Jenna s location; I am hoping the man is as thick as a doornail and not realize that we have tracked his phone and that we are on our way.
My only mission is standing in front of Brendan with his body on the floor. Revenge is going to be swift but very much sweet. I am not a man that holds a grudge and stews on things, but there are certain things that you shall not forgive. The minute I watch his body drop to the floor is the minute that I can safely go ahead and live my life in peace.
This I not only need for me, but I need to do this for Jenna and the baby. Today will be the very last time that the asshole lifts his hands; today is the day that I end his miserable life.
But let us not get distracted; I need to focus on what lies ahead. So as the rain starts pounding down, we find ourselves coming to the house where he has been holding Jenna.
So as we get out of the car, Brooke looks over to me, "Please be careful, Tyler."
I only but nod my head at her, and with a few hand signals, the Marshall shows for us to continue towards the front door of the house.
As sleek as a tiger, we move to the door. We take absolute haste in making our way through the garden. I feel the wet leaves brush against my skin as I slowly move through them. My shoes sink into the mud. The rain beats against my face. Exhilaration consumes my body. With each step, the adrenaline starts pumping. Everything around me seizes to exist. It is Brendan and me. It is me and the elimination of danger. I check my gun. I secure my knife. I push forward. I need to find the coward behind that door, my door.
And then…one…two…three, I step onto the porch.
Then as the Marshall bursts through the front door, there is a loud BANG!
Brooke and I enter, and all chaos breaks loose.
There is a man that has his gun pointed to my face. Well, that is not happening. With one soft squeeze of the trigger, he tumbles to the floor. From behind, I hear Brook scream, and in mere seconds she has a man falling to the floor in a piece of bundled flesh.
And, as they clear the way for me, I find my way to seek for him. He has not yet come from his hiding place. What a coward. He can is easy to talk, but he cannot face a bullet. He is mine. He will see the sight of darkness. He shall move into nothing. I shall not falter. I am here to make him pay. I cannot, and I will not either let him untouched.
So I find my way through the house. The shots are short and scattered.
While I hear the sounds of death fill the air, I come up to the bathroom. From inside, I hear a struggle with a gun. A loud curse. The growl of a man's voice that I listened to absolute torture. This is it. This is now. Now is the time. And as he emerges from his bathroom rather confident, he stops dead in his tracks.
With an overconfident, cocky voice, he stares me down. "And what do you think you are going to do with that toy."
"Would you not love to know you sick bastard. Where is Jenna?"
"Jenna? Do you really think that I am going to tell you?"
"Well, decide if you want to live or die today, for I am killing you if you do not tell me."
"Well, unfortunately, I am not."
I stand steady as my focus remains solid. My gun does not move an inch from his forehead. My hands do not tremble. My voice is firm. He has no power over me. The field is laid equal. If he so much as presses that trigger, he will find himself in a pile next to me on the floor. I can say with certainty that I can easily say I have lived my life to its full purpose. But I am not dying today. It is the filth that shall blend into the mud.
Adrenaline is pumping at a steady pace. A steady pace three fractions too fast. Three factions that have you on the edge of your toes. And that is where you should be. Alert and pumped up. This is what everything leads us up to.
So we make our entry through to the back bedroom, and in one…two…we are clear. I scan the entranceway and head further in, clearing each room as they come up to the right. Fairly easy? No, for in one…two…I enter a room where there is a clear scuffle. I check my gun and proceed to point it to eye level as I enter under the cover of Brooke.
I have entered a room that is not clear. I have four sets of eyes staring at me in such a way that I am not sure if they are terrified or relieved. I wait for several seconds; then, without any falter, I drop them to the floor
We have cleared three rooms and are making our way up the last with ease. Yet, ease that one should not feel. We soon find ourselves entering the last room.
We once again. As by the book. No falter. No, fail. We, once again, swiftly and with complete thoroughness, we clear it. We all start to feel a lot less tense as we clear the final room. But this only brings us to the conclusion that Jenna and Brendan are not here.
I smash my hand with the utmost force against the wall as Brooke sits down on the bed.
"Where the fuck has he taken her," the worry and annoyance come clearly through in my voice.
And just as I am about to feel assured that we can track them again, the Marshall comes walking in with what seems to be a smashed phone in his hand.
My knees buckle as I drop to the floor and grab my fingers through my hair, but just as I am about to rise again, I see a piece of paper tucked under the bed.