Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 67534 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 338(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67534 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 338(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
“Get down,” Viktor instructs, and the driver jerks the wheel.
He’s trying to push us around the block, but the disabled SUV pins us at an angle. I hear tires screaming against the pavement. The SUV behind us slams into us as another car slams into them. It’s a complete ambush.
Viktor realizes it at the same moment.
“Get out and stay low,” he commands.
The guard next to me wrenches open the door, staying low as he exits the vehicle. He leads me out and Viktor follows behind. The driver and the guard in the front take the responsibility of returning fire. My whole world has narrowed to the sound of gunshots.
We’re relatively safe behind the vehicle. As safe as you can be in the middle of an ambush, but I realize there’s nowhere for us to go. There are shops facing us, and they’re all closed down for the night. There’s no alleyway for us to sneak down. The only way out of this conflict is through.
“Give me a gun,” I demand of Viktor.
He doesn’t hesitate. He hands me his spare.
Viktor crosses to the corner behind the vehicle and starts returning fire to the car that hit us. I watch as he takes out the driver and one other man. Unfortunately, not before the guard in our passenger seat takes a hit. His body crumples over the door, hanging out the open window.
I hear screaming in the distance, but it’s swallowed by gunfire. Horns blare too, probably cars who don’t realize what the holdup is about. Tires scrape and screech against the pavement as innocent bystanders try to get away from the chaos. I force myself to get up and assess the situation.
There are more cars than I thought. In addition to the three that hit our convoy, there are two more blocking the intersection and another in the alley on the opposite side. There have to be a dozen shooters, even after Viktor took out two. It’s chaos.
They’re going to kill us all, and then what’s the point? If Mikhail just wanted to extract me, he’s doing a shit job of it. They must think I’m hidden safely in one of the SUVs still.
I crouch behind the rear tire of my car and fire twice at a man who’s advancing from behind us. He stumbles and drops to the ground.
One of Viktor’s men climbs halfway out the window of the SUV behind us to return fire. One of the guards from that vehicle moves around to the rear of our SUV and takes cover behind a mailbox.
Viktor isn’t hiding or retreating. He’s maneuvered to the front of our car and he’s boldly taking shots at anyone in his eye line.
Another SUV pulls into the chaos and more men spill out. We’re outnumbered and outgunned. I watch as one of the men opens the SUV behind us and leans inside. He pulls away, looking upset, and he motions to another of Mikhail’s soldiers.
They’re looking for me.
I fire at the man from my position and catch him in the throat. He goes down soundlessly. The man he motioned to approaches our SUV from the other side. I pop up through the still open door on my side and shoot him in the head.
Besides the guard hanging out the passenger side, our SUV has been abandoned. I shut the door facing the street and lock it for good measure. I stay low and look around, trying to assess what’s going on out there. The driver of the lead vehicle who’d circled back around is dead. He’s slumped against the wheel and his horn is blaring continuously, shrill and relentless.
Police sirens echo faintly in the distance, not that they’ll be of any help. Our time is running out as quickly as our men are going down. I can’t tell how many of them have taken fire, but at least two are down.
There’s very little chance that any of Viktor’s men are going to make it out of this alive, and then what are my chances? Mikhail’s men will take me and drag me back to that hell. I’d rather die. They’ll have to kill me. That puts a fire in my belly that I can’t contain. There’s something about accepting death that makes you feel completely reckless.
I wrench open the door facing the street and get out of the car. Mikhail’s men won’t purposely shoot at me, which gives me every advantage.
Viktor looks back at me, surprised and angry. He shoots a man behind me who’s approaching quickly.
“Get back in the car,” he screams at me.
“They want me alive,” I shout back at him.
He growls and pushes me behind him as he fires three more rounds. I take a shot at two men, but it empties my clip. I need to reload.
“I need more ammo,” I shout at him.