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The armed man cursed, casting a quick glance over his shoulder.
“We’re nearly there,” the man holding me huffed. “We need some cover!” he shouted out into the darkness.
My whole body seized, my heart nearly coming to a stop as a gunshot sounded off, slicing the air like a cannon.
No pain greeted me, or blackness like I’d expected.
What would death even be like? What happened to me after? Was it just lights out?
I blinked, my body being violently jostled as the man continued to run, my unwanted armed friend firing a shot over his shoulder.
We were being shot at.
Great, I’d die by friendly fire instead.
More shots rang out, each one making my heart lurch to the point I was sure it was going to give out before these men got me out of the woods.
I’d endured too much today, I couldn’t withstand all of this as well.
One of them would find me, a bullet guided by Callum’s ghost, plunging me into the abyss along with him.
The gunfire behind us ceased almost as quickly as it started, although a few shots sounded off from ahead. So these men had backup waiting for them.
Men rushed past us, taking cover behind the trees as they shot back the way we’d come, and a whimper escaped my lips.
I prayed Hank and the brothers weren’t giving chase now. The last thing I’d want was for any of them to get hurt for me. They’d done enough.
God, why had I been so stupid? They’d done what they believed was the right thing, and I’d wanted to run, to escape the shadows they wanted me to embrace.
Maybe it was where I belonged, where fate had wanted me to wind up, and I’d turned my back.
“Thank fuck,” the man grunted as he slowed, tugging me off his shoulder and dumping me unceremoniously on my feet.
I swayed and stumbled, but he held my restrained hands to keep me upright.
Headlights blinded me as they flicked on, and I had to rely on his shoves and guidance as my eyes adjusted.
Never let them take you to a secondary location.
I was going to die if they took me from here, no question about it.
But what was I supposed to do? I couldn’t run, I couldn’t fight back when Mr. Pissed was still behind me with his weapon poised and ready.
I was useless.
Another man waited at the back of the sedan, and he popped the trunk as he gave me a once over with a delighted look.
“She’s a pretty thing,” he crooned, but the man pushing me just grunted.
He shoved me against the back of the car, and I stared into the trunk, my blood pumping in my ears.
I was going to die. They were going to take me away, do God knows what to me, and then kill me.
I didn’t want to die.
“Please,” I choked out, but my plea fell on deaf ears as my guide hooked an arm around my waist and heaved me into the trunk.
I cried out, kicking like I stood some pathetic chance, but he just sneered and swatted my legs away.
