AllFreeNovel
Share Us
I pivoted back to Joe. The poor kid had no idea what he was in for. I promised myself that if we made it out of here alive, I’d make sure he would be okay.
“Joe, I really need you to lock that door right now.”
He looked over my shoulder. “What’s going on?”
“Do you have a gun?”
His mouth dropped open. “What?”
“A gun,” I ground out, while looking for something to push against the front door. It needed to be barricaded, stat.
“I, um, there’s a shotgun under the counter because we were robbed last year, but I don’t know how to use it.”
“Excellent.” I was going to confiscate that weapon in a second. “Please help me with this cabinet.”
The kid was either slow, or he thought I was insane. When he pulled out his phone, I knew it was the latter.
Then a gunshot rang out and glass shattered all over the front of the shop. Joe yelped and dropped his phone.
I shoved at the cabinet. “Help push me this to the door!”
This time he helped me and we barricaded the door in a jiff.
I grabbed his arm, pulled him back behind the counter, and pushed him to the floor.
“Stay down,” I barked, my eyes frantically looking for the shotgun. There it was. I grabbed it, checked it for shells, and grabbed the box of shells that had been stored with the gun.
“Shouldn’t we call the cops?” he asked, his voice shaking.
“Sure.” Another shot rang out, and I pushed away from behind the counter, and scooted across the floor until my back hit the cooler. Joe didn’t make any moves to crawl to the phone and call the cops.
I lifted the shotgun and returned fire through the window. The rain of bullets stopped once it was met with resistance.
“That’s right, assholes,” I muttered. When I saw the front door lock start to turn, I aimed and shot.
A grunt told me I had hit my mark. Good.
“Joe, you still alive?” I yelled.
A whimper followed, so I assumed he was still breathing. Poor kid. He didn’t deserve to be caught in the middle of this.
“It’s going to be okay,” I said. “Help is on the way.” I went for my phone. If I was going to die in a shootout, I was going to give Kristoff a piece of my mind, if it was the last thing I did.
Dammit, where was the cavalry? My Dark Knight?
I heard a car stop out front and released a sigh. Finally, they were here.
Then the gunshots aimed at the building intensified, and I cursed. Fuck. It wasn’t Kristoff. It was the reinforcements.
5.
KRISTOFF
I was pounding the shit out of the punching bag when Yuri ran into the gym. He looked pale and flustered, which was never a good look on a Bratva soldier. Least of all Yuri, since I knew about the crappy life he’d been used to before joining my ranks. There wasn’t much that rankled his feathers.
“She’s gone!”
I didn’t need to ask who ‘she’ was. There was only one female in my life about which I cared whether she stayed or not.
