Page 166 of Hell Breaks Loose

“I didn’t want to know before.”

“And now?”

“I really need to know where you buried him.”

“Turn here!” I shouted to Ora, the wind rushing through my hair.

We’re almost to the old road leading out to my dad’s old cabin. Alaya’s supposed to meet us there and show me the way to my father’s grave.

Of course, nothing ever goes smoothly for me for more than five minutes.

Just as we make the turn, several vehicles burst over the hill coming our way, skidding into line behind us, a few stray bullets whizzing by in the dark.

“Scumbuckets!” Ora pops off a few shots over her shoulder. “Grab the shotgun behind the seat!”

“What?!”

“Now, Hellena!”

My hands lock up.

My whole body.

I’ve only ever shot a gun two times in my life.

Or rather, two times at someone. Once to save my life, to stop Davi, my ex-fiancé, from assaulting me with his friends.

The next time, I tried to kill the man who forced me to get engaged those years before.

And tried to make me marry him.

Marco.

Fuck my life, I have bad luck with engagements.

But the thought of guns since the first time, when I took a life…

They make me immediately break out in cold sweat. Panic shivers through my whole body.

I have avoided it for so long, only breaking past that fear when my life was in jeopardy.

Well, fuck if it’s not in jeopardy now.

Clamping down on my crippling anxiety, I force my hand to move. Reaching back, I find the stock behind my seat.

Swing the massive thing around.

I’ve seen Gavin do it. I’ve seen so many of Marco’s men use them over the weeks of captivity.

“You got this, Hell.”

“Ora, I?—”

“I know. Just aim for the tires, Sis.” Like she can read my soul and my mind.

Now that is a target I can get behind.

That came out wrong.

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