Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 75144 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75144 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
I gasp for air and realize my heart is beating so fast it’s nothing but a fluttering mess in my chest.
Chapter 23
DOMINIK
As we speed away from the airfield near Puerto De Lomas, I lean out of the window and open fire on the fuckers attacking Alan, Krystof, and Sef.
There’s no sign of Martin when the three guards climb into the other SUV, and only when they catch up to us do I slump back into my seat.
“Jebat! It looks like we lost Martin,” I mutter, rage boiling in my veins from losing a good man. “This is going to be one hell of a day.” I glance over my shoulder at Grace, who’s pale as fuck. “Are you okay, moja láska.”
“Yes.”
When she starts to climb onto the seat, I shake my head. “Stay down.”
She scoots closer to me, and reaching her arm out, she places her hand on my hip while resting her forehead against the side of the seat.
I take a moment to give her hand a reassuring squeeze, then say, “You did well back there. Just keep doing as I say.”
“I sucked ass,” she mutters while lifting her head. “I want you to train me once we’re back home.”
“Okay,” I murmur, checking the side mirror before glancing around us as we head through a neighborhood toward the area where the factory is situated.
I pull out my cell phone and quickly open the chat with the alliance members. “I just landed in Peru. The bratva was waiting. Let me know when you all arrive.”
I watch as they listen to the message, then the replies come fast.
Santiago: I’m ten minutes away from the factory in an abandoned building. The fucking Russians are everywhere, so be careful. They have roadblocks set up.
He sends his location just as Ilias’ reply comes through.
Ilias: Jesus fucking Christ. We’re landing in the mess you left behind. Leo and Enzo are with me. We’ll catch up to you soon.
I program the location into the GPS and tell Evinka, “We’re heading to an abandoned building where Santiago is waiting.”
I quickly send the location to Alan so the guards know where we’re going.
Evinka takes a sharp left turn, and we come face to face with a bratva roadblock that has her slamming on the brakes. A spray of bullets hits us, and as she throws the SUV into reverse and floors the gas, I take the opportunity to open fire on the fuckers.
I manage to hit a few men before the SUV turns sharply again, and we race away from the Russians and right past our fucking guards who are supposed to protect us.
I check in the side mirror, and when I see Alan catch up to us again, I grumble, “The guards are still with us, but at this point, I have no idea what I’m paying them for.”
Evinka opens her window, and sticking her hand out the window she flips Alan off. It has him racing his SUV around ours and taking the lead.
When he looks in the rearview mirror, Evinka signs that she’s going to fuck him up when this is over. Alan just gives her a thumbs-up.
I glance at Grace, and even though she’s putting on a brave face, I can see the fear in her eyes. Reaching behind my seat, I take hold of her hand.
She grips me tightly and asks, “How are you doing?”
“As long as you keep breathing, I’m fine, miláčik.”
When we approach another street that we can use to get to the other side of the goddamn neighborhood, Alan slows down and glances up the road.
Waving his hand fast, he signals Evinka to floor it while they wait for us to pass, using their SUV as a shield to protect us as we race past another bratva roadblock.
“Jebat!” The guards take fire but seem to be okay, then I mutter, “It’s only a matter of time before they come after us.”
Letting go of Grace’s hand, I grab my cell phone and call Santiago.
The moment he answers, I say, “The fuckers have every street blocked. We can’t get to your side of the district.”
“Fine, I’ll come get your asses,” he chuckles. “Send me your location so I can find you.”
I quickly send him the location, then mutter, “Don’t take your time.”
“Me? Never. Be on the lookout for the truck with the MBRL you supplied. That discount is counting in your favor today.”
When we end the call, I shake my head. “I thought I was insane, but Santiago is a whole different level of crazy.”
“What’s an MBRL?” Grace asks.
“A big fucking multi-barrel missile launcher.”
I quickly send Alan a text so he’ll know Santiago is coming.
Just then, a message comes through from the alliance.
Ilias: The fuckers are everywhere! We just took out a roadblock. Where are you?
“U-Turn! Ilias and the others are behind us. They took out one of the roadblocks.”