Chapter 90: Under attack
"No TV where you are? Check the news girl," came Molita’s voice through the phone. Ashley jumped out of bed and grabbed the TV remote.
Lorenzo frowned as he dropped the bag of items he’d ordered for her that morning.
As soon as Ashley turned on the television, her jaw dropped.
"Last night, the heavily guarded Flynn residence was attacked by an equally heavily armed team of unknown assailants." The newscaster’s voice boomed. "The security team fought back. Though they managed to take out the attackers, several guards sustained serious injuries..."
Ashley stopped listening the moment she saw Greg and two other estate guards being wheeled into an ambulance. Her chest tightened. Lorenzo pulled her into his arms, trying to steady her.
But his eyes stayed on the screen, his heart racing.
"Also last night, Sheriff Boyd Mercer was murdered in cold blood inside his apartment in Bronze Metropolis. His heart was brutally carved out. Police are now investigating..."
Hearing the next news, Ashley felt her stomach churn. She pitied the family—imagine waking up to witness such a gruesome sight.
"Oh my God. Who could be so heartless?" she muttered, slicing through Lorenzo’s thoughts. His knuckles whitened, his face paling.
"I... I have to go home. Right now," she said, wondering why none of the house workers had called her despite everything.
Guilt twisted in her gut. While her grandparents’ home—now hers—had been under attack, she’d been in a man’s bed. Having sex.