However, knowing my son is in danger, I focus and push forward to his location. He has said we’re not going to make it in time, but I will do everything in my power to get there to cover him. Even if that means breaking every single traffic law there is.
In this moment, I wish I had ridden on the back of LaSalle’s bike. We had thought it would be fun to ride side by side for our date night. It’s something we haven’t done in a while.
Now I regret the decision wholeheartedly. When sound fills my helmet from the live feed coming in, I regret it even more. My heart is pounding and I think I might lose my mind.
“Hey, buddy, you should be careful riding on that thing in here.” A male voice fills my ears.
“I’m not your buddy and you’re the one who should be careful who you talk to,” Sammy replies.
“What did you say to me?” The guy seethes.
“I said you should be careful with me; clean your ears out while you’re at it.”
“Come here, you little son of a bitch. I’m going to kill you.”
“Neither one of my mothers is a bitch, but the one who birthed you will sob over your dead body. I promise.
Then Sammy says. “Miss Lovie, my theme music, please.”
“Seven Nation Army” by The White Stripes begins to play, filling the helmet and adding another layer of stimulation. Sammy starts to hum the song to himself. It’s all happening so fast, yet in what seems like slow motion.
I come to another stop behind the truck in front of me just as Sammy flings Czar’s peacoat off, revealing his shoulder holster with two pistols. I snort because the guns look like toys with the Spider-Man Cerakote they were customized with. However, I know better.
Those are no water guns. My mouth falls open as the guy already has a knife out as he slashes at Sammy. Sammy ducks away as the guy keeps coming at him.
Suddenly, gunfire can be heard around them. However, what has me frozen in shock is my son. He glides back a bit, then dips back like a scene out ofThe Matrixand reaches under the hoverboard, grabbing a Mini Draco out of thin air. When Sammy rights himself on the board, he guns down the guy who’s slashing at him.
Then he moves through the garage like a mini soldier on a mission. Moving behind cars to take cover, then putting down the others who have guns drawn as they try to get to him.
I can’t do this. I have to pull over. I’m going to get myself killed trying to ride and watch this.
I blink back tears as the view switches and I see that my brother and Maldonado are covering Sammy, but Sammy is handling the situation like a beast. The two of them must have been the gunfire I heard earlier.
My tight chest loosens a bit as I can see with my own two eyes that my brother is there to protect my baby. Knowing this is how it is in Sammy’s head while he does this has me in more awe of the child.
Tires screech and an SUV filled with more men appears. Sammy hops off the hoverboard and moves on foot to fill the front of the SUV with holes. The driver doesn’t even make it out of the vehicle.
He’s slumped over the steering wheel as a few of the others do make it out and scatter. Sammy runs to take cover. However, he’s not done.
He lies flat on his stomach and takes two out by the ankles. Maldonado gets to them and makes sure to finish the job. My baby then lifts to his feet and boxes the last two in.
One seems to run out of ammo at the same time Sammy does. Sammy tosses the Draco and pulls his Glocks. The two don’t give up though.
They start to move through the garage, trying to take cover. That’s when I realize one is out of ammunition, while the other has a jammed gun, frantically trying to clear it as he runs. One of them shouts something and they split up. Sammy follows the one to his left—the gunman who ran out of bullets.
Shooting right through the windshield of an SUV, he hits the guy in the head. He then turns to take out the other one. In two steps, he sends a bullet through that one’s head too.
I’m in tears as I pump my fist. However, my joy is short-lived as a guy crawls from behind one of the cars. He stands and aims right at Sammy, but Czar and Maldonado don’t see him. That’s when my husband rips into the garage on his bike with his gunout and empties his clip into the motherfucker aiming at our son.
LaSalle climbs off his bike and tears his helmet off. Then he rushes to our son and tugs him into a tight embrace. I don’t know if I want to cheer, sob, or go crazy.
“Thanks, Dad. I saved him for you. I knew you would need that,” Sammy says.
LaSalle can do nothing but snort and shake his head. The feed goes dead, andLovie Designsruns across the screen. That woman will never cease to amaze me.
I choke out a breath. I think I’m going to be sick. What the hell did I just watch?
“He has always been ready, Bella,” Uri’s voice enters my helmet.
