Total pages in book: 50
Estimated words: 56267 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56267 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
A crazed look crosses her face as she helps me stand. “We need to leave. Now. Once his men come in and find him dead they will come for us.” My shoulder burns like a motherfucker as we make our way to the door. It is too late, though. The doors in front of us push open, and I pull myself from Bree’s side and push her behind me, shooting the two men before us directly in their chests before they can even raise their guns. They are so young. Their blood seeping onto the gold flaked marble reminding me that it doesn’t matter how many nice things you have. In the end, none of it matters if you’re not alive. I need to stay the fuck alive.
I pull my phone out, handing the gun to Bree as I pull her along and out down the hall. The rest of his men will be on alert. They will come, I know it.
I push Jared’s contact name and the phone starts ringing.
“Sir.”
“We need to leave, we’re on our way out. I will meet you by the road,” I huff out as we push down the hall.
“What happened?” he asks. He knows better than to not assume that something has happened. Maybe it is the way I sound, or the fact that usually when things like this happened, it isn’t good. I don’t know what sends him to believe what he did.
“I’m shot. I need you to contact Mack and let him know. Then I need you to take us to the cabin.”
“The cabin?” He knows what the cabin is. It is our hideout. It is to be used for emergencies only. This, I think, will qualify as a fucking emergency.
“Yes the cabin. We need to go into hiding. I just killed Luccio.” As soon as I say it, I hang up, not wanting to waste any more time rambling on.
“Are you going to be okay? You’re bleeding a lot.” Bree says anxiously. She is pulling me along, and as soon as we make it to the front door, I know shit is about to get bad.
“Where are you going?” A man barks behind us. He is bald and heavy set, but it isn’t the fat kind. It is the fuck you, the fuck up kind. I am in no shape to be beating the shit out of this guy. We need to run.
“He’s going to kill us, he’s going to kill us…” Bree keeps chanting as we move down the front steps. I can hear the man’s feet pounding across the ground.
“What the fuck are you doing?” the voice growls. We are moving faster, barely, but we are as we cross the pavement outside.
“Stop now or we’ll shoot!” the muscled man yells. I don’t turn around to shoot. We are outnumbered. I don’t want Bree to get shot, but we need to get out if we had a chance at surviving this. The bullets start coming, raining down on us fiercely.
“He killed Luccio!” Someone yells behind us, and I can hear them running towards us. Bree is breathing heavily as she helps carry my weight.
“We’re going to die,” she says, crazed, as we run into the bushes. We have to climb the wall, and I am not sure I am going to make it. I am a tough son of a bitch, but there are bullets whizzing past us at every fucking angle. If I have to make a choice between Bree and me, it will be her. She will get over that fucking wall if I have anything to say about it.
“They’re over here…” A voice yells as the branches poke at my shoulder. I am burning up, and my body fucking burns like I am being eaten by the fucking sun.
“Go...” I say bending down and grabbing her leg, so I can lift her up and over. She hesitates only a moment as I watch her hand reach up and grip the wall. The men are descending on us quickly, as one of the bullets comes shooting through the bush and landing mere inches from my face.
“Come on!” she screams over the bullets, her small hand showing just over the edge of the wall. My eyes are blurring as I push forward, my hand landing in hers. Reaching up with my shot arm, I grip the side of the wall to pull myself up.
“Come on, Zerro…” I can hear the panic in her voice as I push myself up. It is a slow movement and I feel as if I would’ve rather ripped my fucking arm off than continued doing this. Just as I am about half way over, a hand grips my foot.
“Oh no, you don’t. You’re going to pay for what you did…” I look down to see the asshole who had been barking at us as we ran from the house. He has a gun pointed directly at my back, as his hand on my foot pulls me downwards.
It is now or never, if I don’t make the selfless decision to let go of her hand, then he will find her and she will die too. I don’t care about anything in my life, but I have grown to care for her slowly. Even a smidge of pain or hurt to her body will push me over the edge.
My hand is slipping from hers, as the man pulls me down… “You’ll pay. We’ll torture the fuck out of you. Rip that tongue of yours out, beat the shit out of you, and then…” Silence. I hear the sound of the gun being shot but am not sure if it is his gun or someone else’s.
I turn around to see the man lying on the ground, a pool of blood already starting to form around him. Then I look back up and see Bree at the edge of the wall, her small body shaking, the gun is in her hand and she looks scared shitless.
I don’t say anything to her, but I am fucking proud. I am more than proud. I am now the one indebted to her. The second she has me over the wall, my body goes limp. I know Jared will come. I just need to hold out a little longer. It doesn’t last, though. My mind slips from my body and suddenly everything goes black. I hope to fucking God I am not dying. I need to tell Bree how fucking hot it is that she shot a gun.