Page 57 of Fight for You
Now, a stupid car. Fast food? Seriously?
But this meant something. I could feel it.
The details were starting to line up. Uncle Nolan tried to comfort me with chicken nuggets. Why? Did it occur because of a skinned knee … or right after I was taken?
The question sent ice chasing down my spine. I blinked hard, heart starting to hammer.
The car.
The food I hated. Man, I hated that place.
My hand curled into a fist as I stared at my brothers. Wherethe heck was my mind all this time? Stuck in a world of confusion and paranoia? I’d accused them?—
Okay, apologize later. Big apology. Like “I’m a numpty bawbag, and you are all good guys” kind of groveling.
Now, however? I needed to write this down. Add it all to the list. Before the memories disappeared again. But I had no time to process this with my brothers. In the split second I realized my clan hadn’t done me dirty, the sudden metallic click of someone cocking a weapon shattered absolute clarity.
Camdyn froze. A look of pure menace washed over his face.
A Russian spoke from behind the muzzle of the weapon at Camdyn’s back. His voice was cold, low. “As much as I’d like to decorate your spine along the cement floor, we only want the girl.”
While Camdyn didn’t move a twitch, my Adam’s apple jumped in my throat. A contact shot. How could I allow this to happen to my brother?
Three more Russians stepped into view from the open garage—silently armed with Vityaz-SN. One grabbed Brody, slamming him against the side of a big rig. “You want the lassie?” Brody sneered. “Blood is blood, ya know.”
While another pointed a weapon straight at me, I glared at my eldest brother. He caught my eye, and the glint in his gaze told me he’d help me protect my girl at all costs. Now, I needed to create a diversion and save Ca?—
“Okay, okay.” Jordyn climbed out of the car, hands up. “Hey, I know you.” Her eyes locked onto the monster holding my brother hostage. “I thought Elrick took Denis’s place. Did he die too? Such a shame. Anyway, I don’t know your name, though.”
The Russian snapped, “Girl?—”
“Never forget a face, but I only remember Aleksandr’s more subservient?—”
“Me, subservient?” the man growled, his focus fully on Jordyn.
In one fluid motion, Camdyn spun and grabbed the barrel ofthe semiautomatic upward. As bullets sprayed, knocking out most of the lights, he drove his elbow into the Russian’s throat. The man staggered back with a wheeze. Camdyn twisted the weapon free and swung the stock like a sledgehammer, breaking the man’s nose and dropping him to the floor.
I ducked just as my attacker fired. A round meant for the center of my eyes grazed my cheek. I tackled the man nearest the garage, grabbing his wrist. A satisfying crack sent the man to his knees. A scream echoed down the space.
Brody freed himself of the two men holding him down, delivering a brutal haymaker. The first Russian crashed into the side of the semi with a sickening crunch. Brody’s knee snapped up into a front kick that left an indent and boot mark on the other man’s chest as he slid across the floor.
That was … easy.
Too easy.
I turned to where Jordyn was just standing, and a shout flew from my chest. “Where is she?”
21
DOMINGUEZ HILLS
Jordyn
Days Free: 0
All I’d done was stand thereafter giving Jamie and Brody the opening they needed to save their brother, Camdyn. And now my sweet taste of freedom soured in my mouth as a Russian in black tactical gear dragged me, his forearm clamped around my hair. My Nikes scuffed against the cement floor as he took me behind the big rigs. When the office door closed, the gunfire faded.
He threw me on the center of the fireworks rug.Ugh.No. Not this rug.Per Jamie, it was already the scene of a past crime. I didn’t even get a new, clean festive rug.
