Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 91064 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 455(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91064 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 455(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
“Fuck,” Rory says. “I’m so sorry, baby. I’m here, I’m here.”
Another shot. This one quieter.
I don’t register that it came from Rory’s weapon until the guy in front of me tumbles down the stairs.
“Come on.” Rory grabs me around the waist, but I won’t move.
Crow, Reaper, and Dom appear from somewhere, followed by Conor in a janitor’s uniform. He mops up the blood and then drags the body down the stairs.
We all follow, out to the waiting cars.
“Storm,” I say.
“Shhh, baby,” Rory whispers. “I know. We’re getting her back.”
My protests end there. Reaper and Crow take off first, and Conor’s trying to shove me in the backseat of the Challenger. Rory grabs him by the arm and shoves him in there instead.
“Scarlett rides beside me.”
Dom jumps in on the other side, and Rory peels out after Crow.
Within a minute, he’s on the phone, and Crow is giving a play-by-play of the directions. When he tells Rory they’re on the interstate, I cut in.
“New Haven,” I tell them. “They’re going to New Haven.”
The drive is long and too quiet. Rory hangs up the phone when he realizes he doesn’t need any more directions because I know them well by heart.
He reaches over and squeezes my thigh in his hand, keeping the other on the wheel.
“We’re going to get her back.”
“I know,” I say.
When we reach the secluded driveway for Trip’s summer house, I instruct him to turn off.
Crow’s name flashes across the phone, but he doesn’t have time to warn us. An ATV comes out of nowhere up ahead, bullets spraying in our direction.
“Fuck,” Rory curses. “Take the wheel, baby.”
He’s reaching for his gun, but I grab it first. Along with the smaller one strapped to my thigh.
“Scarlett,” he growls.
But I’m already rolling down my window, and so are Dom and Conor.
“Told you she should have rode bitch,” Conor says.
“Say that about her one more time and I’ll put a bullet in your head myself, fuckface.”
I’m shooting blindly, because the lights on the ATV are bright, but aiming in the general direction seems to be the best course of action. I do everything Rory taught me, but it’s a lot different in a moving car and when you only have one hand out the window. Dom and Conor have more ammunition than me, so I have to make mine count.
I’m not sure which one of us hits the driver of the ATV, but it veers off the road suddenly and rolls down the hill.
Rory doesn’t stop and check. When the roadway is clear, he floors it and we’re flying up the gravel drive to the house. Crow’s car is parked around the side, and the fireworks have already started. Reaper and Crow use the doors for cover as they pick off the men guarding the house.
“Jesus,” Dom mutters as he takes in the scene before us. “They brought an army.”
“That’s okay.” I reach over and squeeze Rory’s hand. “Ours is better.”
He winks at me and we all bail out of the car.
Rory pops the trunk, and there’s an entire arsenal waiting for us inside. Him and Dom lift the case out and carry it to the side of the car.
“Stay close,” Rory instructs me.
And then he’s shooting. With impressive skill. He picks off two of the hired guards within the first three minutes.
But the lucky streak doesn’t last long. As soon as they start taking bullets from our side, they are firing them back just as fast too.
Dom and Rory have me sandwiched between them and every time I try to fire off a shot, Rory’s shoving my head back down.
“You brought me with you, now let me fucking help,” I growl.
He ignores me, so I resort to lying down on the ground and aiming for the feet I can see moving around.
It’s a smaller target, and it’s dark, and they are moving. So I don’t actually expect to hit any of them, but I give it my best.
And after a shit ton of rounds, one of them goes down. Rory finishes him off then glances down at me.
I smile up for him and hold out my hand for more ammunition.
He gives it to me.
We settle in for a long night. Unlike the movies, this is not over quickly. We came in hard, but there are still a lot of guys left. I don’t know where Storm is until I see her platinum hair poking up from the backseat of a car.
She’s looking for a clear escape route, but there isn’t one.
Unless I make one for her.
Rory is busy, and I use it to my advantage. I reach into the case and grab an AK. And then I army crawl around him and to the back of the car, making my escape.
“Scarlett,” Rory calls out. “Get your arse the fuck back here right now.”