Page 69 of Their Tracked Obsession

Liv took three shots.

Pop. Pop. Pop.

The handgun recoiled in my ear. My eardrums rung. I ignored the brief hearing loss and eyed a target who made a run for it. I didn’t need my ears because my eyesight would guide me.

“Sneaky little prick,” I whispered and fired my weapon.

Bullet in the back. Asshole went down. No movement.

Wait…

Far left. Someone pulled a pin. An object flew through the air.

“Grenade!” I yelled.

I turned around and grabbed Rocko.

“Wha—” Sin heaved Liv to the side, and his body covered hers.

I joined Sin with Rocko underneath me as the explosion rocked the ground. Dirt flew, debris hit my backside, leaving nothing but a deafening silence. A few seconds later, there was a loud buzz.

Whoosh. Whoosh. Whoosh.

“Is everybody okay?” I asked.

My voice was unrecognizable.

Slowly, the surrounding sounds returned. Rocko meowed. Poor fucking cat would be glad to go home.

“Yeah,” Liv mumbled.

“I think I pulled a muscle in my back.” Sin groaned and rolled off Liv. “Hurts like a son of a bitch.”

Gunfire started again.

“Stay down! Take cover!” I scooped Rocko up and shielded Liv until we sat safely behind a gravestone. “Come on, Sin!”

“No one messes with my family.” Sin rolled over onto his stomach.

Sin took aim, didn’t hesitate, and blasted caps at the attackers’ asses.

Zane rolled into action, to the side, and through the gunfire. He waited a heartbeat and shot off six rounds at the enemy. Bodies dropped to the ground. Smoke came out of the muzzle crown, and he blew on the cloudy haze.

Sin joined us behind the tombstone. Zane took shelter at the one next to ours and peered in our direction. His chest heaved as he took a chance and poked his head up over the grave. A bullet hit the stone.

Zane crouched back down and pulled out a cigar. “Hey, guys!”

“Yeah?” I called out.

“The marriage ain’t official yet.” Zane lit his stogie and puffed on it. “Want me to finish?”

“Hell yeah!” I hollered back with excitement.

Shots hit the tombstone. Liv covered her ears with her hands. Sin tensed at her discomfort and waited for the assholes to reload. He popped off a few rounds over the top of the headstone.

Silence.

The return fire lessened.