Dirty Wars – The Lion and The Mouse Read Online Kenya Wright

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Total pages in book: 247
Estimated words: 248926 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1245(@200wpm)___ 996(@250wpm)___ 830(@300wpm)
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Come on.

I gripped the guns hard.

Don’t you want revenge?

Screaming, the female twin jumped up and peppered the area several feet across from me with automatic gunfire. An arc of bullets flashed out of the chamber. Tears and mascara streaked down her cheeks. Her face was contorted into a mask of anger and hatred.

Thankfully, she had no idea where I was.

God, help me.

I aimed for her head.

She moved so fast. I only got her in the shoulder.

She screamed and hid.

But, now the Black Axe soldiers knew exactly where I was.

Waves of bullets raked my area’s table, snapping the table’s legs in half and carving up the side of the leather booth.

Ah!

I scooted back so fast, my butt burned.

Jesus!

More shots fired, but not in my direction. All I could hope for was that Boris was covering me.

Men cried out in pain.

But, is Maxwell okay?

The last thing I wanted to do was tell Emily that something had happened to him.

Please, God. Get us out of this.

More shots echoed in the space. Gunpowder residue puffed on the air and it seared my nostrils and stung my eyes.

Over the firing, Maxwell screamed out, “Blue, you good!?”

Relief crashed over me. “Yes!”

Shots rang out as if they were trying to get Maxwell.

Terror ripped through me.

Don’t you fucking hurt him.

My heart thrashed in my chest.

Then, a foreign language rose in the air.

Wait. Is that French?

I peeked out from the booth.

Louis stood by the window and sprayed bullets from a machine gun, blowing bodies apart. Chunks of gore exploded in the air.

Okay!

Adrenaline and fear pumped through my veins. I rushed away from the booth and crawled to overturned tables closer to the bar.

Black Axe returned fire at Louis.

He rushed out of the way.

One soldier stood up to go after him.

I aimed, but someone else shot him in the head.

Okay.

I went back to scrambling away and getting as close as I could to the bar.

I wanted to get that damned female twin.

Then, I will shoot Ufuoma.

It was hard to breathe. The air was thick with gunpowder. It burned my nose and stung my eyes.

More gunfire erupted behind me.

I continued toward the bar.

When I got to the side, I peeked around the corner.

The twin held her brother in her arms and rocked him back and forth.

There you go.

I aimed at her.

Suddenly, a bullet zipped by, almost getting me in the eye.

I jumped back.

What?

On my right, Ufuoma ducked her head out of the restaurant’s kitchen door, aimed at me again, and shot.

Oh shit!

I fell back, slamming into a chair and almost getting shot in the side.

Fucking bitch!

She aimed again and pulled the trigger.

No!

My body tensed. I saw my death rushing toward me.

But, her gun simply clicked.

No bullet came out.

I almost vomited all over the floor.

Thank you!

Barely recovering, I raised my gun and pointed at her head.

Bye, bitch!

She looked up from her gun and widened her eyes.

Right as my finger tightened around the trigger, someone knocked my hand away.

What?!

The bullet ricocheted off the floor and hit the ceiling.

My gun fell to the ground.

Who did that?

I aimed the other gun at the person.

“Maxwell?!” I shrieked. “What the fuck? I had her!”

“I told you that’s my future wife.” Scowling, he left my side and glanced behind him. “Cover me.”

“What do you mean cover you?” I picked up the other gun.

“Pay attention, Blue.” Maxwell jumped up from the ground and raced toward Ufuoma.

“Shit!” I turned in the other direction, shooting at anyone who might aim for him.

To my surprise, I spotted more French climbing through the window and gunning down anyone in black and yellow.

Yes!

I let out an exasperated breath and looked back at Maxwell.

Ufuoma must have raced off because she was no longer in the kitchen’s doorway.

Meanwhile, Maxwell got to it and pushed through the double doors.

Damn it. What do I do?

I returned my view to the twin.

She still rocked her dead brother.

This is for Eve and Suzanne.

Fast, I shot her in the head. Her body slumped against her brother.

Boris got to my side. “Thank God. You are still alive.”

“You too.”

“Barely.”

“Maxwell went after Ufuoma.”

“He said not to shoot her because it is—”

“His future wife.” I rolled my eyes. “I do not care. I am at least getting a bullet in her leg. She tried to kill me.”

More French piled into the restaurant, telling me that the Black Axe soldiers were all dead.

Putting one gun in my holster, I rose and scanned the area.

Dead bodies were strewn all over the restaurant. Entrails and brain matter were splattered on the walls and overturned bullet-riddled tables.

Someone spoke behind me, “Blue?”

I spun around.

Giorgio greeted my eyes.

Worry creased his face as his gaze assessed me. “Did you get hit?”

“No.” I reloaded my gun.

“Misha called and told us that Ufuoma and crew were heading your way,” Giorgio said. “Jean-Pierre thought you all would get into trouble.”

“He was right.” I headed toward the kitchen. “Now, we have to get Ufuoma and make sure she does not kill Maxwell.”



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