Chapter 131


    Chapter One Hundred Thirty-One


    Sephie


    We were following Andrei and Misha back to the penthouse when suddenly we were hit from the side.


    The truck that hit us wasrge, like a delivery truck, so it forced us sideways into parked cars on the


    side of the street. I looked to Ivan. He was bleeding from his head and was unconscious. Sh it.


    The truck that hit us backed up, and moved so that it was blocking most of the street. That’s not


    normal. This was no ident. I reached over, trying to shake Ivan awake. I remembered Misha and


    Andrei making it through the intersection before us. Surely, they saw us get hit. They’d be here any


    second.


    Gunfire. Double sh it.


    “Ivan! Ivan, I really need you to wake up right about now.” I tried shaking him, but he was non-


    responsive. How hard do you need to get hit to knock you out if you don’t feel pain?


    I tried to unbuckle my seatbelt, but it was stuck. I couldn’t get it to release. I stretched over to Ivan, who


    always had a knife on him, usually more than one, and grabbed it from the holster on his leg. I made a


    me ntal note that I could also reach his gun.


    I cut myself out of the seatbelt, moving closer to Ivan so I could assess the damage. He had hit his


    head hard. He also had a pretty nasty wound on his shoulder and his upper left arm, probably from the


    ss breaking. The gunfire was continuous at this point and now I could hear shoutinging closer


    to the vehicle.


    I watched as one man provided cover for a second to run toward us. It was definitely not Andrei and it


    was definitely not Misha. I heard the first guy yell in Italian, “make sure you get the girl alive,”


    News sh, boys. You’re going to have to work much harder than you thought to get this girl alive.


    I waited until the second man got closer to the vehicle. I had taken Ivan’s gun out of the holster, safety


    off, waiting. He ran up to the driver’s side window, trying to see if the door was open. Our vehicle was


    smashed against a parked car, so there was no getting out that way. He got frustrated when the door


    wouldn’t open. He moved so that he was clear of Ivan, and I took the shot. He fell to the ground without


    realizing what hit him.


    As it turns out, having a gun fired right next to your head will, in fact, bring you back to reality. Ivan


    jolted awake, looking at


    me wide-eyed,


    “Ivan, they’reing for us. We have to get out of here. I haven’t seen Misha or Andrei, but there’s


    been gunfire for a few minutes now. Hold this,” I said, handing him the gun. I cut him out of his seatbelt.


    “Can you feel your legs? How badly are you hurt? Please tell me you’ll be able to walk, because there’s


    no chance I’m gonna be able to carry you.”


    He thought for a moment, still trying to get his bearings. “I’m okay, princess. I can walk. The glove box.


    Open it.”


    I did as he said, finding another gun, along with a small round disk. “What’s this?” I asked.


    “Press on it. They’ll get a signal and know where we are. Put it in your pocket. They’ll be able to find


    you as long as you keep that on you, Sephie, look at me.” I pressed the disc, putting it in my pocket,


    then looked at him. “We’re getting out of here. No matter what it takes.”


    “Um, I ha te to break it to you, but my body count is already higher than yours today, sooooo….” I


    couldn’t help but grin at his stunned expression. I just pointed to the window. “Outside your door.”


    He leaned over enough to see the body of the guy I shot. He looked back at me, a small smile on his


    face. “Beast mode


    activated.”


    “He tried to open your door. They’re trying to get me. I heard them yelling,” I said.


    He nodded. “We should be able to get out the back. Are you okay? You can run?” I nodded my head.


    He climbed to the back,


    still talking. “Ever stolen a car before?”


    “Negatory, good buddy.”


    “Today is your lucky day, princess. We’re getting you out of here and marking that off your bucket list.”


    He utched the back door, but held it so it wouldn’t raise all the way. He checked the surroundings,


    making sure there was no one visible, before jumping quickly to the ground. Still holding the door, he


    checked again and then nodded for me to jump down.


    As soon as we were out of the vehicle, he closed the back door. One hand on me, the other on his gun,


    he kept us both as low as possible to avoid attention. The gunfire was still steady behind us as we


    quickly ran down the street, using each parked car as


    cover.


    “What kind of car are we looking to steal today, Squishy? I mean, do I get to pick?” We ran to the next


    car, ducking behind it and waiting. As we ran to the next car, he saw a bike parked two more car


    lengths away.


    “As it turns out, we aren’t stealing a car today. We’re stealing that,” he pointed to the bike. “Easier to


    hotwire. Faster too.”


    “I like these options. I approve these options.” I noticed him breathing heavier before we made a run for


    the next car. “Ivan, look at me. You might not be feeling pain, but you’re hurt. You have to tell me what


    else is going on in your body. You’ve already lost a lot of blood.”


    “I’m okay. I’ve been here before. We need to get out of here quickly, though,” he said, making a run for


    the next car. The bike was in front of us. He pointed back in the direction we just came from. “Point


    your gun in that direction and if you see anyoneing this way, sh oot.”


    “Got it,” I said, turning to watch the street while he hotwired the bike. In seemingly under a minute, I


    heard the bike’s engine turnover. He climbed on the bike, whistling once. I ran to jump on the bike


    behind him. We sped away down the street.Content ? N?velDrama.Org 2024.