AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Screeching tires cut off my next words. Three blacked-out trucks careen around the corner, forming a barricade in front of us.
A group of men jump out of their trucks, guns pointed right at us. My chest tightens. Fucking AKs. All that firepower will break down my vehicle armor. Windows will shatter, bullets will tear through my truck.
And we’ll be screwed.
“Oh my God,” Skyla whispers. “We’re—”
I grit my teeth, staring into bright-white headlights. “Trapped.”
Chapter13
Skyla
“They’re going to kill us.” My teeth chatter so hard, I can barely spit out the words. I count at least five guys hopping into the street once the doors to their trucks open. They all have guns. I shudder, an icy shill scuttling down my back.
Zak slides the cover off a hidden compartment in the center console. I peer into it and let out a bit of the breath I’m holding. At least he’s armed. When he punches a button on the dashboard and a ringing sound follows, my jaw falls open. “How can you make a phone call right now? We’ll be Swiss cheese before anyone can get here.”
Panicked thoughts riddle my mind, every muscle in my body tensing. There’s nowhere for us to go. The trucks formed a perimeter around us when they pulled onto the road. Jumping out of Zak’s truck would be suicide.
A deep male voice answers. I recognize it as Nik’s.
“We’re about to go into a tunnel,” Zak says in a startlingly calm voice. “I might lose you. Can you bring me something to light it up?” He clicks to end the call and my jaw hits the floor.
“What the hell was that about? You didn’t tell him anything.”
Zak’s jaw tightens, his eyes on the windshield. “I told him everything he needs to know.”
Nik’s place is off the beaten path. I guess mafia guys figure their thug rivals can always do a home invasion, so better to be tucked away from prying eyes than in the middle of a neighborhood.
But it also makes them very damn vulnerable, too.
I didn’t see another house for at least five minutes before we made it to Nik’s street.
Reality crashes down on me like a guillotine blade. Nobody can help us.
“Get down.” He pushes me to the floor and slides open the driver’s side window.
A sea of gunshots pelts the car. I cover my ears with my hands and scream, but it’s the only sound I hear, other than muted bullets ricocheting off the metal and glass.
I furrow my brow.
No crashing sounds follow.
How the hell did they miss all the windows?
I tilt my head toward Zak. He has his gun pointed out the window and fires a stream of his own bullets. Bullets from different directions pound at the car, but Zak doesn’t move.
“How are you going to hit anything if you’re only aiming at one spot? You’re not moving at all. They can get out of your way.” My voice quivers with fear. I huddle deeper down, away from any windows.
“The truck is armored. Glass, metal.” His lips twist, eyes following the men as they approach the truck. “But if they hit the same spot over and over again with that AK ammo, they can crash the windows.”
“How many guns do you have?”
“Not enough.” He pauses. “I’m getting out. I have to hold them off.”
“You called Nik, right? He’ll be here. Don’t get out, please.”
Longing that I’ve unsuccessfully tried to ignore since he showed up at The Surf Club last night does frenzied spirals through my insides. The insanity of this situation isn’t lost on me. I’ve spent so much time hating this guy, how am I begging him to stay with me and not run into a flood of bullets that can tear him apart exactly as I’d wished?
