Page 3 of Sold Blood
When Pedro gives us the clear, we both climb into the back seat, waiting on the driver and security. I nudge my nose into Joey's neck, nipping at his skin with my teeth. "Did you have a good day today, mi amor?"
Joey smiles, running his hand on the inside of my thigh. “It will be even better when we can get away again, just the two of us.”
I grab his hand, pressing a kiss to the inside of his palm. "Soon, my Roo."
The car drives onto the road and everything happens so fast. There's a loud crashing sound as the front of the car is being smashed in by a fast moving vehicle. I pull Joey close to me, shutting my eyes, waiting for the loud ringing in my ears to lessen.
The driver is screaming and there is blood everywhere when I open my eyes. The guard on the passenger side is dead. The red vehicle isn't in as bad shape as ours, and Joey is knocked out beside me with a gash on the side of his head.
He must have hit the back window. I check his pulse and sigh in relief knowing he’s only passed out and not dead. He's not hurt anywhere else that I can see and all I got hit with was major whiplash causing my head to spin and throb. Smoke covers the front windshield coming from the busted radiator. The scent in the air is strong with the sweet smell of coolant and burning rubber.
Two figures come from the other vehicle, quickly moving our way. I can’t make out their appearances until they get closer. They both have dark hair, dark eyes, and are dressed in all black. They reach for their guns, putting a bullet through the driver's head with the first shot, ending his pain and misery before aiming it on me next. I quickly duck, and the bullet misses me, hitting the back window. It shatters and glass goes everywhere. I stay down, unbuckling Joey and laying his body between the seats. "I'll be back, Roo."
I kick open the back door, with my guns already in my hands. A man with a scar on his face shoots again and misses. It's a good thing I rarely do.
I lift my gun, shooting him in the shoulder, causing him to drop his gun and land with his knees hitting the ground. The other one shoots me in the arm, and I aim for his head, taking him down in one shot, putting a bullet in his temple. I point the gun at the other guy, and he holds his hands up in the air with pleading eyes. I kick his gun away from him, placing one of mine back in my holster before bending down to grab the one by my feet.
"Who the fuck sent you?" I ask, my eyes never leaving his.
He laughs, shaking his head. "That's not the right question."
"What is?"
"The question you should be asking is why?"
I swallow hard. "Tell me then."
"How about I let them tell you instead?"
"Let who tell me?"
His gaze shifts to something behind me and when I turn around, a dart is being shot into my neck by another man dressed in black with his face covered. I pull it out, tossing it to the ground and my body sways back and forth as I attempt to fight off the effects of the drug entering my blood stream. My vision goes in and out, but I remain on my feet. The man lifts thedart gun again, aiming for the other side of my neck. Before he can shoot me, a loud bang sounds behind him, and blood spurts from the front of his head. He falls forward, his body crashing hard to the ground.
Everything is still spinning, and more gunshots fill the air and the man coming closer into view is one I'd recognize anywhere, no matter how blury everything is for me right now. The sight of Joey restores my vision for a few seconds and his eyes swallow me whole with their love and adoration. Someone else starts shooting from behind me, and I hear Marcus yell, "Get him in the car!"
My vision blurs again and my eyelids flutter closed as my whole world goes quiet and dark.
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Joey
Present day
"There was trouble at one of the drop off points today. Someone on the plane out for delivery wasn't one of our men and the money was used as a decoy." Isaiah sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose.
glance his way, wide eyed. "I guess we will be changing locations now. What's to say the DEA agent didn't send a message to his friends before having his brains splattered all over the concrete?"
His expression grows more serious. "There's no knowing for certain, so we had no other choice but to shut that location down. We will be using a different drop off spot from here on out. Louis is already setting it up. We have to move quickly to ensure our clients are getting their product."
"And the man who was operating the plane?"
"He's dead too, apparently he had a deal in place with the DEA if he helped bring down our operation. The DEA is the least of our worries right now."
I look at Isaiah, tilting my head and furrowing my brows. "What do you mean?"
"One of the men who attacked us two years ago is back. It appears he didn't die like we thought he did."
My eyes grow wide. We never did find out who those men were or where they came from. It was as if they appeared out of thin air. Their vehicles and phones were all dead ends, leading us nowhere, but we were sure we had killed them all. One of them was taken to the basement of one of our casinos where Marcus tortured him for answers, but he didn’t get much out of the man.
