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“The police are on their way,” I tell Seth, who shrugs his shoulders.
“We’ll be long gone by then,” he tells me. “You didn’t think I wouldn’t have my people here, did you? And they outnumber you, so, I don’t think the police will have much to do here.”
“Wrong again, asshole.” Zayn’s gun is pointed at the back of Seth’s head.
I see Seth smile, amused, and I don't get it till the whole place lights up like the Fourth of July, and my heart falls.
We are surrounded by at least seven men, all with guns pointed in our direction.
Seth smirks. “You were saying?”
“I’m sorry, Sarah,” Bryan mumbles, his heartbroken eyes meeting those of his devastated sister.
She swallows and tries to give him a watery version of her cheerful smile. “It’s okay. I know he manipulated you into this. Whatever happens, you should know I love you.”
Seth wipes an imaginary tear from the corner of his eye. “That’s so touching.”
My gut fills with fury, and it nearly slips my notice how Bryan is still struggling with his bonds, two of them already loose.
I step behind him, hiding my hands from view. Since my back is to the wall, nobody is able to see what I am doing. I put one hand on his shoulder, the other quietly slipping him the pocket knife I have with me. “Sorry, kid. We did try.”
His expression doesn’t change for even a second, as his hands get busy. “Yeah, well, you could have tried keeping my sister away from all this shit.”
The knife is sharp, and I see where he nicks himself a few times. However, the boy is skilled, and within a minute, the ropes are cut open. He grasps them in his hand to keep them from falling onto the ground and alerting anybody.
Zayn does not lower his gun, and Ian has his gun pointed in the same direction. “Even if your men were to shoot us, I can assure you, we’re skilled marksmen, and both of us have our guns aimed at your chest. Both of us can’t miss, and our fingers are on the triggers.”
Seth frowns and is about to say something when Sarah takes a step forward.
I don't notice the wrench in her hand until she flings it in the air at Seth’s face, dropping him like a bag of potatoes.
And as quickly as he goes down, chaos breaks.
Bryan drags his sister away from the gunfire, and I jump to safety, watching Ian and Zayn narrowly using the desk in the corner as cover. My gun out, I unload clip after clip, taking down one man after the other from the behind the wall.
Bryan has his hands over his sister’s ears, who has her eyes closed.
The loud sound of the bullets ricocheting against the walls, the screams of those being shot, the deafening ear sounds of the guns, have my adrenaline rushing.
Zayn is cursing loudly, and I see him reload his gun two times.
Hearing somebody behind me, I immediately turn and see a large man descending upon us. Not wanting to shoot in front of Sarah, I duck when he punches and kick his legs out from under him.
When he raises his gun, I kick it out of the way and punch his face a few times, making it unrecognizable. I give him the chance to get on his feet and go for his middle.
Groaning, he stumbles into the room where the gunfire is happening, and one bullet in his side has him dropping to the ground.
“You okay?” Bryan shouts over the sound, and I nod, reloading my gun.
“Watch Sarah!”
What goes on for one minute seems like hours on end to me. While we manage to secure safe spots that guarantee our survival, the gang members are in the open. None of us aimed to kill, so nobody is dead, hopefully.
&nbs
p; “It’s over,” I breathe out after silence ensues.
Zayn stands up and scrutinizes the bodies before commenting, “I was actually expecting to die here. If that table hadn’t been there–”
