With time running out, I smashed my weapon into Enzo’s head. He teetered backward but didn’t fall, reacting quickly and kicking the weapon from my hand. With a laugh, he prepared to blow my head off.
Except a single gunshot and he was suddenly still, slowly slumping to the floor.
When I turned around, I was shocked to find a weapon in her hand. She’d made the kill shot. “Thank you, my little lamb.”
“Don’t mention it,” she shot back, her voice shaking.
“Do you think you guys could get me the fuck out of here?” Kazimir yelled. The man was struggling to hang onto the edge of the cavernous hole.
Vivian and I rushed to his side and I grabbed his arms. “Come on, my friend. Let’s hope you didn’t eat too much wedding cake.”
“Didn’t have a chance. You had to go and spoil it. Can you hurry? The fire is crawling up my ass.”
She grabbed his other arm and together, we yanked him up and over the edge.
The thrill of success didn’t last long.
Another boom was followed by a series of noises.
“How the hell do we get out of here?” Kazimir asked.
“Through the window,” Vivian suggested.
“Six floors, honey. The odds aren’t good.”
She squeezed my arm, choking as she did. Soon, the smoke would kill us. “Trust me. I had one thing to look at while I was waiting for your arrival.” We both followed her to the window. A large awning was still in position below.
“You’re kidding. Right?” I asked, coughing.
“Do you have any other ideas?”
Kazimir shrugged. “Let’s break the window. We have nothing to lose.”
The two of us worked together, using some old pallets to finally break through the window after several swings.
Once the air was rolling in, we took several gulps and I was thankful for the lights of the city. Hearing sirens in the background made me laugh. I guess better late than never.
“Hold onto me, baby.” I took her hand, glancing at Kazimir. This was definitely going down as the weirdest wedding reception.
Hearing another whoosh as the flames drew closer, the three of us glanced at each other. It was now or never.
So we did what we had to do.
We jumped.
The feeling of free falling and flying was highly overrated.
“Fuck,” I hissed after we’d come down. “Is everyone alright?”
Sudden movement and my bride crawled halfway on top. “You do know how to create fireworks,” she mused.
“Yeah, I could do without them.” Kazimir laughed.
The sirens were closer, the blasting noise annoying as hell.
People surrounded us, including firefighters. “We have survivors!”
“Jesus.” Hearing Dante’s voice brought some relief. “You’re alive.”
