Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 91990 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91990 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
“My heart is beating too hard. I can’t handle this sort of fucked-up pressure,” Drake grinds out. “Just. An. Artist. That’s it. That’s all I am. Why am I in a secluded warehouse where child assassins are getting auctioned off? Why am I friends with chicks from the mafia? Why am I friends with that horrible, ungrateful, club of narcissists?”
As he has a panic attack of major proportions, I watch with rapt fascination. Until…he faints.
Just great.
When I turn back around, I almost startle, because a long body drops to their knees right beside me, and a sniper’s rifle stretches out. It’s a really weird rifle…
Not the important part.
The important part is that it’s Snake right beside me, and he smirks as he stares down the scope of the gun he has aimed directly at Sarah’s…head.
When I open my mouth to speak, he cuts his dead eyes at me like he’s daring me to piss him off. I shut my mouth. Snake used to be friendlier than this, even if he did have a really screwed up life that I’m not supposed to know anything about.
Curious people get killed because they uncover secrets people wish to keep buried.
Curious girls only survive when they play dumb.
His eyes cut back to Sarah, and his smirk returns like it never left and the rest was all an illusion.
I’m not sure how long we sit like this, or what he’s planning to do, or what the hell is—
The men below stop talking about relevant facts pertaining to the off-grid assassin, when music starts streaming through the speakers.
My eyes widen, and I jerk my head back to Sarah as the voice of Julie Andrews streams through the room, to the tune of I Feel Pretty.
The men all bristle uneasily as Sarah’s smiling eyes get brighter, her pupils seeming to dilate the way a cat’s does before it pounces.
In the next instant, Snake presses a button on the side of his gun, and glass crashes from above like micro-bombs are up there. Everyone immediately starts shooting in that direction, and I curl into a ball as glass rains down on me.
Snake never moves, even as nicks and cuts emerge on him from the vicious pieces of glass that feel like fire-ant stings against my skin. I watch as his breaths stop, one eye shuts, and a loud, deafening boom sounds over the rest of the aimless gunfire.
My eyes dart back just as the chain holding Sarah snaps in half above her head.
What the hell kind of gun is that?
She drops, but only one man notices her. With the chains loosened, she manages to get one leg out in time to trip him and kick him across the face hard enough to knock him out cold.
More gunfire sounds from below, and the men in the room curse. It’s then I look back and see the chains in a pile on the ground…
They all look back as well, finding the doors that were open now sealed and barred shut.
“Where the fuck did she go?” one of them hisses as he grabs his phone.
I see them all making calls, even as they spin circles the way people do in horror movies when the killer goes missing from the floor.
Snake’s smirk remains in place, until he turns and levels me with a cold glare. “Speak of my presence here, and I’ll shoot Rush in all your favorite places.”
I swallow and give one curt nod, as he turns and disappears into the shadows toward a place with no exit.
The song starts back over, and I hurriedly crawl down the hallway toward the stairs, even as Sarah’s laughter echoes throughout the room to set the creepy ambience.
Maya is paused there, her eyes wide as Axle stays pinned down, changing out ammo with a bleeding arm, before he fires around the vehicle he’s using for coverage.
I spot smoke just before a grenade bursts, and it sends men flying backwards, ending the assault on Axle. Fortunately, it was nowhere near Axle or us, but the starchy heat of the blaze can certainly be felt from here.
Maya and I stay crouched low, watching the madness unfold. My heart rockets to my throat when I see Rush leap up onto the back of a car, murderous eyes narrowed in concentration, as he uses nothing but pistols to start thinning the herd.
He’s too freaking exposed!
Maya yanks me back down when I make an unconscious move to go to him, and she shakes her head firmly. “You’ll get them both killed if you cause a distraction.”
The security teams are now in scramble mode, firing in a frenzy.
When an assault rifle starts popping off rapid rounds, Rush spins, dropping from the car with a calmness I certainly don’t feel, and shoots underneath it.
The spray of rapid-fire bullets travels up the wall, ripping through it next to Maya and me, as the guy falls.