Page 101 of Bound By Fate
“Someone else?” Micah asked.
“Fuck, I hope not,” Cooper responded, running his hands through his hair.
Bottom line. You had the life I should’ve had, and I was going to take it. Including your bitch. I’m gonna assume she’s still alive, but I hate to break it to ya, but not for long.
The fucker then smirked, and my heart dropped to the floor.
Not even listening to another word, I ran through the apartment, down the stairs and out the door.
Katie was pounding on the widow trying to get out. I yanked on the handle, but it was locked.
I didn’t know what was going on, but I needed to get Katie and Ensley out of this fucking car.
Taking out my gun, I shot at the front window. It was fucking bulletproof of course.
“What is it?” I asked Katie.
Her voice was muffled through the glass. “Bomb under the car.”
And there was the fucking bomb. Fuck me. I dropped to the ground, searching for the device and finding it by the gas tank of course. That would make the biggest punch.
Pulling off the cover, I recognized it immediately and took in all the different wires. When I did this, the timer started at thirty seconds. Then ticked down to twenty-nine…
Fuck, I had to get this disabled.
I could hear the women kicking at the windows and doors trying to get out. I needed them out.
This particular bomb had a trick wire in it that was hidden under the counter. It was the only line to cut to stop it. The problem was if you so much as moved the timer in any way shape or form, it would automatically detonate.
“What’s goin’ on?” Micah yelled, shaking the SUV.
“Stop shakin’ the fuckin’ car. Bomb. I’ve gotta have still.”
“Fuck me.” Micah was down, eyes on the bomb. “Fuck. The damn trick wire.”
“Hence why I need you to stop movin’ the fuckin’ SUV,” I clipped, pulling my pocket knife out of my jeans pocket and opening the small scissors on the side. Then grabbing my phone, I turned on the light so I could see it better.
“I see it,” I told Micah. “It’s jammed into the far end of the timer.”
“Fuck me,” Micah said. “We gotta get them out.”
“Can you get the fuckin’ doors unlocked?” I asked him as I lifted the knife and pulled all the useless wires out of my way.
“No, somehow the failsafe to keep them locked is engaged.”
Fuck me. “So killin’ the bomb is all we’ve got.”
“I’ve got a tire iron,” Ryker called out, and I looked to Micah.
“It could bust through, but doubtful.” I looked at the timer, and we had twenty-three seconds left.
“Two hits and then no more.”
The SUV moved, but nothing shattered.
“Still,” I yelled to everyone.
Crying could be heard from the inside of the car. “It’s alright, Wild Kat. I’ve got you.”
