Page 60 of Killian
Inside I was yelling and screaming at the asshole who braked. It was like he knew what we were going to do. But we hadn’t made any moves to clue them in on our plan.
“Fuckin’ bitch!” the driver yelled at the woman who pulled out in front of the van. It took a bit to get our bearings and get back on the seats.
The grocery store was our last hope. It was dark and late. And I could only hope there were people at the store. Someone getting their groceries at nine at night. At least I thought it was around nine.
If the asshole broke hard again, I needed to be prepared and hoped Khloe could pull her shit together and fast.
I felt the tension ball up in my gut, swirling, and truly I wanted to throw up. It was getting out of here or going to our doom. Doom wasn’t an option. Been there, done that—never doing it again.
The asshole by us turned his head and looked us up and down, grinning. When he turned away, it was our shot. The store was only a few blocks away. There were so many variables that could go wrong with this, and I tried so very hard to get them out of my head and just focus.
Once we were almost there, I gave Khloe an eye movement to go.
The next few minutes happened so fast they were a blur of motion. While it felt like that, it also felt like we were in slow motion, and every moment was a moment too long to be inside this damn van.
It was such a contradictive feeling, but it was there nonetheless.
Khloe moved to the left, and I flung myself over the seat and into the back.
The asshole in the back started to move, but I didn’t lose my focus on the task. One second could mean me being here or not.
I fell to the trunk, grunting when my side hit something hard, but I didn’t let it stop me. The van jarred to a stop, but I grabbed the door handle, threw it open, and fell out of the van. Hard. Painful.
My arm hit the pavement, and the momentum of me going and the van coming to a halt caused my body to fly.
As I rolled several times, a sharp pain hit me, and I knew I’d broken my arm. With my hands bound, it made the fall worse.
Fighting through the pain, I hopped up on my feet just as I started to hear gunshots. Me and my love of television, I weaved from side to side, hoping none of those bullets would hit me. It’d been said that a moving target was harder to hit than a still one, so I swerved as Khloe ran to the parking lot.
Boots hit the pavement, and I searched around for people. There were several cars in the parking lot, but not a single person.
No one.
I knew the store was open because sometimes I’d stop by there on my way home from the bar.
Except there was no one outside.
The boot steps got closer, and I knew we were running out of time. If these guys didn’t hate us before, they would despise us now and do everything within their power to make us pay.
Failure was not an option.
My entire body shook as I continued running to the front door of the store. There were several cars in the lot, and I hoped that we either got to the door or people would come out of the store.
Gunshots flew as Khloe, and I caught up to one another.
“Go!” I screamed loudly, hearing the men gaining on us. They were close, far too close for us to make an escape.
The sound gained on us, and the door was still feet away.
A scream ripped through my throat as new gunfire came from somewhere else. Looking over, Vane, Diesel, and Killian were returning fire on the assholes who took us.
The relief didn’t come. Instead, I pushed harder to run into the store. A wiz went right by my ear. Shit! A gunshot way too close.
A couple with a little girl started walking out of the building.
“Go back in!” I screamed, going right to them. They looked around, grabbed their baby, and booked it inside. I was right behind them, and a second later, Khloe was there too.
“Call 911!” I yelled at the cashier. “Move!!!” Yeah, it was contradictive, but I didn’t want them to be in the line of fire. I also didn’t want anyone to get hurt.
