Total pages in book: 247
Estimated words: 248926 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1245(@200wpm)___ 996(@250wpm)___ 830(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 248926 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1245(@200wpm)___ 996(@250wpm)___ 830(@300wpm)
But the twins and other men waited next to Ufuoma.
Oh shit. Oh shit. Can she still see my blue hair?
Suzanne laughed at something Boris said.
Ufuoma tilted her head to the side.
Fuck.
Maxwell did a fake chuckle. “Yeah, man. So crazy. Don’t you think so, Blue?”
“Y-yes.” I bobbed my head “So funny.”
Then, everything happened so fast.
Ufuoma reached for her gun.
Maxwell yelled, “Duck!”
Ufuoma aimed at me and fired.
I lunged away and collapsed on the floor.
Glass shattered.
The women screamed.
Bullets rang out.
Blood sprayed around me in a fine mist, but I didn’t know who’s blood. The smell of gunpowder burst into the air.
On the floor, I crawled as fast as I could, hoping Boris, Maxwell, and the women didn’t get hit. The stained carpet burned against my palms.
Yelling sounded in a foreign language that I didn’t understand.
Goddamn it!
More bullets fired. Their echoing cracks reverberated off the walls.
As soon as I could find a safe place, I was going to blast the shit out of them.
Fuck!
Chapter 45
Shots Fired
Blue
Bullets whizzed loudly through the air, piercing wood, shattering glass, and shredding leather seats.
I managed to crawl into a booth and hide under the table. Sweat stung my eyes.
Dear God!
Blinking, I zipped down my jacket and pulled out the blue cross dangling around my neck.
Lord, please protect me.
I kissed the cross, grabbed both guns from their holsters, and clutched them to my chest.
Please.
Hoping everyone was okay, I scanned the area behind me and searched for any Black Axe soldiers.
Fuck.
The bartender’s dead body lay over the bar. A fountain of blood spurted from a gaping wound in his throat, splashing down his face and onto the floor.
A dozen bullet holes riddled the wall behind him. Wet red splatters of blood painted the bar. A crack spread out in a star-like pattern across the mirror.
Shit.
I peeked around the booth to check the table where I had been.
Please, God. Are they alive?
I didn’t see Maxwell or Boris. Unfortunately, what I did see. . .made an ache spread through my chest like I’d been stabbed over and over.
Sobbing, Suzanne knelt on the floor, cradling Eve’s convulsing body.
No!
Blood bubbled out of three bullet holes in Eve’s chest.
It’s our fault that she’s dead.
Sadness gripped my heart.
We should have never talked to them.
Tears streamed down Suzanne’s face. “E-eve, n-noooo. Nooooo—”
“Suzanne, come here,” Boris muttered from the side, but I couldn’t see where he was.
Boris is alive!
Quickly, ten of Ufuoma’s men climbed through the shattered window, wearing black and yellow suits.
Shit.
A few scanned the bar.
I stayed hidden and readied my guns.
Shit. Shit.
One of them spotted Suzanne and fired. Bullets tore through the back of her head. She dropped to the ground. Her hand twitched next to Eve’s body.
Life is so cruel.
Those Black Axe soldiers crept past the women’s dead bodies.
Ufuoma remained on the other side of the window, scanning the space. Each of her arms was outstretched. Each hand held a gun and was pointed in my direction.
I am going to fucking kill you, Ufuoma!
Too bad, I had to deal with the soldiers first. I aimed at the closet man to me and fired.
The first one fell into a table.
Son of a Bitch.
I glanced back by the window. Ufuoma disappeared. Either she lowered and hid or she ran to another entrance.
Goddamn it.
The other soldiers frantically searched for where my bullet had come from.
Yet, none ran to cover.
Inhaling as much courage as I could, I leaned back out and shot the second guy in the head.
A third one turned and tried to dive behind a booth. I shot him in the throat.
Black Axe soldiers scrambled, jumping for cover and shoving tables and chairs out of the way. Someone else got the fourth and fifth guys.
Probably Boris.
Is Maxwell okay? Please, tell me he is still alive.
I shot at a few guys that had ducked behind an overturned table and missed all of them.
Damn it!
Then, everyone stopped moving for what seemed like an eternity. Tension gathered in my shoulders. I tried to keep my breathing down.
The only sounds were of dripping blood and the ticking of the clock near the bar.
Continuing to aim, I leaned back into my hidden space.
Suddenly, glass cracked on my right like someone was stepping over it.
Where did that come from?
It sounded like it was behind me.
Slowly, I inched back, searching for the source of the noise.
My heart boomed in my ears.
For a second, I thought I was hearing things.
Then, the sound came again.
Definitely, behind the bar.
Shivers raced down my spine. I kept both fingers on the triggers and watched that area, waiting to see who it could be.
The male twin popped his head up.
Got you.
Fast, I pulled the trigger. The bullet sped out and hit him in the forehead. Blood gushed out of his skull.
A woman’s high-pitched screams pierced the air.
It must have been his sister.
She’s close to him.
I readied for her to pop up too.