Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 63895 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 319(@200wpm)___ 256(@250wpm)___ 213(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63895 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 319(@200wpm)___ 256(@250wpm)___ 213(@300wpm)
The homophobic asshole didn’t stand a chance against Bang Bang’s unnaturally solid skull. He crumpled to the floor and lay next to his friend, the two of them appearing to spoon.
How romantic.
“You okay?” Roman asked both Aimee and Bang Bang.
“Yes, yes,” Aimee said, appearing shaken but grateful. “You two didn’t stay in your cell.”
“Yeah… about that.” Roman looked over his shoulder at the door leading to the yard. Was Aimee going to try and stop them? “Listen, Aimee, I know this is hard to believe, but the two of us are in here because we were set up, and this might be our only chance at making things right. Please, let us get to the yard. That’s all I’m asking of you.”
Aimee shook her head. She looked scared but quickly set her upper lip and turned the fear into fuel. “Go,” she said, “just go.”
“Thank you, Aimee.” Roman and Bang Bang didn’t want to wait and test out her resolve. They turned and ran toward the door, feeling a wisp of fresh air blowing in their direction. Alarms were sounding all throughout the prison, but Roman could barely hear them over the loud beating of his own heart.
This was it. They’d made it. Roman and Bang Bang ran out in the yard, sun beating down on the nearly empty space, the barbed wire fence still surrounding the entire area. He looked around, trying to spot a car or a truck, but all he saw was empty land dotted with bushes and skinny trees, the hills rising up behind them. It was all brown and red and dead, no signs of life or rescue coming their way.
“Uh, Roman, you seeing that?”
“Yeah, it’s a bunch of fucking nothing. Where are they?”
“No, look up.”
Roman craned his neck, looking to where Bang Bang had his finger pointed up at the clear blue sky.
“Holy fucking shit,” Roman said, squinting his eyes against the sun. Growing larger and larger, louder and louder, closer and closer was a helicopter—just like Bang Bang had predicted. It was flying directly toward them, lowering as it flew in over the barren landscape.
“I can’t believe it,” Roman said, emotions welling up in his chest. Relief and happiness and excitement, all of it swirling around like the cloud of dirt that was being lifted up as the helicopter drew closer. It was close enough for Roman to recognize the pilot, wearing a red-and-white bandana with a large pair of sunglasses on her face.
Mustang.
Roman and Bang Bang ran toward the helicopter. They were so close. So fucking close.
A gunshot rang out, the bullet dinging off the side of the helicopter. The two men froze, turning around to see an officer running toward them, gun extended, ready to take another shot. The helicopter was getting closer and closer to landing, dust and dirt getting picked up in a wind tunnel. The officer turned his aim upward, looking for whoever was flying the chopper. Roman turned to Bang Bang, heart in his throat.
They were almost there.
“Go. Get on,” he shouted over the sound of the landing helicopter. “I’ll distract him.”
It was Roman’s only choice. He couldn’t risk one of them getting shot, especially not Mustang. If they brought that helicopter down, then it would be over. Everything they had done would have been for nothing.
“No, I’m not leaving you.”
“You have to!”
Another gunshot exploded through the air. They didn’t have time to argue. Roman pushed Bang Bang toward the helicopter and took off at a run toward the officer. The man turned his gun downward, lining it up with Roman. Finger on the trigger. Eye trained down the sight.
Bang!
The bullet flew directly up to the sky, the officer having been pushed to the ground by Aimee. She looked up at Roman and shouted at him, “Go, go, go!” before she knocked the officer out with an elbow to the forehead.
Roman didn’t have any time to thank her. He knew she’d be paying for helping them escape, and maybe Roman could return the favor in the future, but as far as the present was concerned, he needed to get on that helicopter and get the fuck out of there.
He ran, just as more prisoners were beginning to file out into the yard. Bang Bang was already on the chopper. He reached out and held a hand out for Roman to grab, just as Mustang started to lift the helicopter back into the air. Roman jumped, grabbing onto Bang Bang’s wrist and getting lifted into the back of the helicopter, falling against a laughing Bang Bang.
“Welcome back, boys,” Mustang said over her shoulder as she flew toward the hills, the prison growing smaller and smaller underneath them. “Did you like your PrisonBnB stay?”
“Loved it,” Roman said with a laugh, leaning forward and hugging Mustang from behind the pilot’s seat.