Page 33 of Moros

Though I wasn’t in the same room as the sound, my ears still rang as I closed the bag and began slipping my arms into the straps. I paused long enough to grab my baseball bat then stuck my head up to see Khadri standing with his back to my door.

“Khadri—”

“Stay behind me!” He told me, firing at another man who entered.

As he moved, I almost tripped over one body, then hopped over the other as I tried staying in the shadow of his frame.

In the hall, one attacker got by Khadri, but I took him out with a swing of the bat against his knees. He’d grabbed for me, his nail slicing through my left arm, angering me.

When he fell, I hit him again—this time in the head. And this time, I put my entire soul into the hit.

Khadri had shoved the gun into the holster again and I realized why. The gunfire in such a narrow passage wasn’t good.

Instead of calling the elevator, he dragged me down the steps and used the door to take out the man who was standing look-out in the lobby.

By the time we managed to exit the building, Khadri was bleeding from the right shoulder. I panicked and tried looking at it, but he merely shoved me into the truck. I blinked and we were speeding away from the building, a car behind us, chasing us out of the neighbourhood.

“Fuck, I hate this man!” Khadri growled.

No matter how fast he went or where he turned, the vehicle was on our asses.

“Hold on.” Khadri warned.

I gripped the seat on either side of my ass.

“No, Shorty,” he said, glancing in the mirrors. “Really hold on to something.”

Confused, I reached up to the bar over my door and gripped it tightly.

Khadri slammed on the brakes.

The vehicle behind us crashed into the back of the truck, but it barely jerked forward like a regular truck. Khadri was a big man and I guessed that was why his truck resembled a junior form of a monster truck.

While the car behind us had some serious damage, I didn’t think the truck had much.

“You okay?” He rested a hand at the back of my head.

“Mm.” I replied, my heart racing.

“Stay in the truck—keep your head down.” He ordered while pulling his gun and sliding out of the truck.

Though I stayed in the truck, I kept my eyes on him. He was bleeding and while he didn’t seem too concerned about it, I would have to explain to Pasha why her man had a hole in him that he didn’t leave the house with.

To my shock, the car that had been chasing was badly damaged.

It didn’t seem as if anyone in the front had survived.

There was no way they could have.

And even by some miracle, if they were able to be saved, they would never walk again. The front of the vehicle was low and caught the truck and smashed all the way in.

Khadri trained his gun toward the vehicle, but I read his body language.

He relaxed and put the gun away.

He wiped the back of his right hand against his lips as he looked up and around. When he returned to the truck, he was on the phone to Boss.

“It was Hulk and Cider.” Khadri was saying. “Apparently, Torez brought them in after the diner incident. Man, I don’t know…”

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