“Fuck sake,” Jase growled, waking Madison up as he threw himself out of bed. It took a few seconds to register the screaming coming from the room next door and men shouting downstairs.
“What’s going on?” she asked, sitting up and pulling the duvet close to her chest. Jase was pulling his joggers on.
“Something’s happened with one of the customers and Tia. Stay in here,” he ordered. She did as he said, waiting, listening. For a moment, the shouting quietened down. And then it picked up, growing louder and louder. Madison squeezed her eyes shut, shrinking down into the sheets as the voices became enraged. There was banging from some sort of fight breaking out. She was familiar with the sounds.
And then there was a gunshot.
The bang went straight through Madison.
The thundering footsteps up the stairs made her tense, pulling her knees to her chin as some form of protection. Jase burst into the room. He looked angry, a small crease between his brows and jaw muscles jutted out as he clenched his teeth. He looked around the room, his eyes resting finally on Madison. That’s when she noticed the blood splatters over his chest and the gun tucked into his waistband. Her lips parted and he shook his head,
“No questions, not right now,” he said, his voice low. She slouched down, watching as he opened the wardrobe and pulled out a black hoodie. He left without an explanation.