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The rejected mobster is yelling out orders to his men.
My life is now flashing before my very eyes.
I’m so zoned out right now that I don’t even notice the sharp whistling noise before theloud BANG!
I hear the loudest, shrillest, bitch-like scream I have ever heard in my life. I’m sure it’s Mysti.
Except I look down the line to see that it was Liam.
“What? I was bloody frightened, alright?” he shouts to defend himself.
Wait a second. We aren’t dead.
We hear anotherBANG!
The mob boss and goons are looking up into the sky. I follow their gaze and see another firework explode.
Now I’m even more confused.
Why the fuck are their fireworks going off in the middle of the day? Did the Thai mobster set them on a timer to go off when he and Percy got married?
Another fireworks explodes in this really pretty green and purple.
“That’s really pretty,” Percy comments. We all continue to watch in shock and delight, lackeys included.
The roaring sound of a motorcycle approaching makes me whip my head around, and I’m relieved beyond explanation at the sight.
It’s Lock. Riding in like some damn action hero.
I don’t know where or how he got the motorcycle. And I don’t know how he even knew we were here.
Honestly, I’m just happy that he’s here.
He slams the tail end of the motorcycle into one of the mobster’s lackeys and hops off. I feel his strong arms around me, and he puts me over his shoulder.
Liam and the others get up to their feet and knock over some of the mobsters. They’re heading for the truck.
“Hang on, Sammi.”
He doesn’t have to tell me twice.
I wrap my arms around him, and I hold on as if my life depended on it. Because—let’s face it—it does depend on it.
“How the fuck did you find us? And why are you dressed like ladyboy pimp?”
“Long story. I’ll brief you when we’re not being shot at.”
I’ve never been shot at before in my life. Never. Closest to a gun that I’ve handled has been a harpoon.
It is not as cool as it looks in movies. It is incredibly scary, and I donotrecommend it to anyone.
The gunfire is getting distant now. I can finally begin to breathe again. I dare to look behind us, and I see the truck moving not far behind.
I can see Liam behind the wheel, too.
Oh, thank fuck they’re okay.
“You fucking asshole.” I punch Lock in the thigh. I like to think that it hurt, but he doesn’t even flinch or acknowledge that I just hit him. “This is all your fucking fault.”
“Can we discuss fault later, Sams? Now is not the time.”
But my brain doesn’t care.Why should it?
It’s not like I’m still in some sort of mortal danger or fleeing for my life from the fucking Thai mob or anything.
