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replied, sending him back a wan smile. “Anytime.”
    The rain was now just a patter against the glass.
     
     

 
     
     
     
     
     
    CHAPTER THREE
     
     
    T hey arrived back at the mansion in quick time, the storm at the Loop giving way to overcast skies across the surrounding area. Mack landed on the lawn in Vincent’s back yard, in the exact spot from where they took off. Relief washed over Dom as the skids finally touched the ground. He slumped in his seat, a frayed mess. At last his heart and stomach could have a chance to settle after the trauma of the previous night.
    “Ah. Safe and sound,” Vincent said as cool as a cucumber, rubbing his hands.
    Dom gave him an incredulous stare. The way the old-timer managed to remain calm throughout the helicopter journey from Hell was truly something to behold.
    Vincent unbuckled himself from his seat with the enthusiasm of a child and slid the door open. “Grab Trixie will you, my boy,” he said as he stepped out onto the grass.
    Dom nodded. He turned to face Mack. “Thanks again, buddy,” he said.
    “Hey, no problemo, pal,” Mack retorted before he fell back in his seat and had another swig of his canteen. “Just like old times.”
    “I’ll bet,” Dom said with a chuckle as he relieved himself of his belt and took the seat next to Trixie. She was still mumbling something in her sleep, her face contorted in a frown. Dom sighed and ran a soft hand across her forehead.
    “You did well back there,” he told her. “For a chick.”
    A brief smile flittered across her features.
    Dom undid her belt and then placed his arms under the backs of her knees and across her shoulder blades. “Now don’t get any ideas,” he said to her as he heaved her across the seat. “Just cause you saved us, don’t mean I’m gonna be carrying you around forever.”
    He backed up until his feet finally touched grass. The sensation was odd after the turbulence and spinning. He grabbed a second to steady himself and hauled Trixie out of the chopper, throwing her over his shoulder in a fireman’s lift. She let out a small groan before she flopped down, her arms dangling toward the ground.
    Miranda Wolff then came rushing out of the smashed patio windows; her jaw was agape, her eyes wide. Her expression was somewhere between disbelief and happiness. “You all made it!” she exclaimed in a voice that reflected her expression to a tee.
    “Yeah, it was a stroll in the park, Miranda,” Dom nonchalantly retorted as he strode past her toward the mansion.
    Miranda stared at Trixie’s limp body with an open mouth as Dom went by. “What happened to Trixie?” she asked, her eyes brimming with concern.
    “She took one for the team,” Dom said.
    “We should get her up to her room immediately,” Vincent suggested, placing a hand on Miranda’s shoulder.
    Miranda turned to face him. “Vinny!” she gasped before wrapping her arms around him.
    Dom suppressed a chuckle. Vinny!?
    “Hello to you too, Miranda,” Vincent said, hugging her back.
    “What on earth have you done this time, you old fool?”
    Vincent sighed. “The same as usual, I’m afraid. Taking on dark forces at the expense of others.”
    “You’ll never learn.”
    Vincent pulled away and gave her a sincere stare. “It’s my nature.”
    Miranda gave him a shake of her head in return.
    “I take it you’ve been aiding the youngsters,” Vincent then said to her as they both turned and followed Dom inside.
    Miranda nodded. “Who else can you rely on to pull off a rescue mission?”
    Vincent chuckled. “Indeed. You definitely have a knack for these things, my dear, that’s for certain.”
    “That’s why you pay me so well.”
    “Indeed. And you’ll definitely be getting a bonus for this. Now, if you could be a dear and beef up security around here I would be most grateful.”
    “I think I could see to that. How many guys do you need?”
    “Oh, around thirty I’d say.”
    “Thirty! Blimey, you expecting a