Series: Sean Moriarty
Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 113805 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113805 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
But he never gets to say it.
Appearing out of thin fucking air, a car suddenly slams into us from the left. Pressing its right side up against us.
It happens so fast, I’m not the least bit prepared.
Reacting on instinct, I turn the wheel to the right, but the car continues to push into us. Determined to force us off the road.
“Get down!” James shouts and shoves my head down as I jerk the wheel to the left.
Several gunshots ring out and glass explodes, raining down on me.
The steering wheel tries to rip out of my hands, wanting to take its own path, but I fight it.
Sensing we’ll be even more fucked if we get run off the road, I keep pushing on the gas, hoping for the best.
Unfortunately, another car slams into our right, wedging us between them.
More gunshots ring out.
The guys shout, grunt, and growl.
And all I can fucking see is my own damn crotch.
“Goddammit!” James screams and yanks me up by the hair a second before we crash into something.
The airbag slams into me, nearly knocking the air from my lungs.
Gunfire continues to crack around us, shattering the air.
“Get out!” Gabriel yells. “Cover her!”
Dazed and confused, I try to punch the airbag away.
A knife flashes in front of me, slashing down and deflating it. My seatbelt is ripped off me and I’m dragged over the passenger seat.
“Stay down!” James orders, dropping me on the ground behind the tire and towering over me.
“There’s more coming! Fuck!” Gabriel roars from the other side of me. “They’re like fucking roaches! How many are there?!”
“Too many,” James says grimly, and my entire fucking soul sinks into my stomach.
“Nathaniel,” Gabriel barks out, “you need to get her to safety! We’ll give you cover!”
Squatting down for a moment, James releases the mag from the gun he grabbed in the car and slaps a new one in.
“Here,” he says, thrusting the gun out to me. “You might need this.”
“You need it more,” I croak.
James shoves the gun into my hand, forcing me to take it, then pulls his own off his hip. “I have one.”
Straightening without giving me a chance to respond, a chance to ask why he was using mine in the first place, he starts firing again.
So many bullets pass through the air, I’m half-convinced I can hear them whizzing by.
Crouch-walking over to me, Nathaniel grabs me by the arm. “We have to go!”
“Where?!” I cry out.
I don’t even know where we are.
Ignoring me, Nathaniel shouts, “Cover us!”
Then he uses my arm to drag me to the right, away from the car.
“Stay down!” Putting his hand on top of my head, Nathaniel pushes my head down. Forcing me to stare at gravel.
Bits of rocks fly up into the air as bullets hit the ground around us. The crashed SUV behind us the only thing preventing them from hitting us directly.
As Nathaniel drags me along, there’s so many gunshots, I tense up, expecting one to hit me at any moment.
But it never happens.
Reaching a concrete building, Nathaniel drags me along the wall then shoves me around the corner.
Turning, he fires off a couple of shots, then comes around the corner with me.
Breathing heavy, he leans against the wall and closes his eyes. “This is fucking insane…”
“Are they going to be okay?” I pant.
I want to look, want to check on James and Gabriel, but know better than to stick my head out.
I just don’t have the battle instincts these guys do. I can’t anticipate like they seem to be doing or react as fast. Everything happening is so new and unexpected, I’m at a huge disadvantage.
“Honestly?” Nathaniel asks then opens his eyes and looks at me. “I don’t know. Nothing like this has ever happened before. It’s… war. It’s like fucking war.”
I want to ask how can a war happen like this? In broad daylight?
But this area looks rundown and abandoned, just like South Hebron. Except for old, crumbling mansions, we’re surrounded by old, crumbling industrial buildings.
No doubt the police purposely avoid this area. There will probably be no help coming any time soon…
“You should go help them,” I say.
Nathaniel shakes his head sharply. “No. You’re my priority.”
Grabbing my arm, he tries to tug me along again, but I yank back. “I’ll stay here. You go help them.”
Jaw tensing with determination, Nathaniel grinds out, “I have my orders.”
Then he jerks on my arm so hard he almost pulls it out of the socket.
Having no choice but to follow him, my eyes swell with unshed tears and my throat tightens with emotion.
I’m afraid for Gabriel and James and feel like this is a huge mistake.
Nathaniel drags me to the next corner of the building, stops, and peeks his head around. When he determines the coast is clear, he rushes me to the next building.
We do this several times, cutting left and right. The sound of gunfire fading behind us until I can longer hear it.