Page 7 of Montana Falls
Lincoln grabbed my hands in his and though I was curious, I was too busy staring at Logan and triple checking he wasn’t in danger of bleeding out to care about my bunny’s thoughts for a moment.
He’s fine. Everyone is fine. We’re not going to die and I’m not going to lose anyone I love. We’re all going to be okay.
“I say we throw a few petrol bombs outside and let them do the work for us. The cops should be here soon enough, right?” Logan grabbed the gas as Price ripped up the towels someone had obviously stolen from the kitchen.
Price hurried to empty the handful of wine bottles that were sitting pretty on the sideboard, tipping some of the contents onto the ground so Logan could pour some petrol into them, before he stuffed a piece of a petrol soaked towel into the end.
There we had homemade Molotov cocktails in a handful of seconds. I loved it. I loved Logan. God, he was awesome and no; I didn’t care that I was fan girling because he was making explosives so easily. It was hot, and I didn’t care how unhinged that sounded. There was just something so reassuring and brilliant watching him work with that easy confidence he had.
“The operator said six minutes, and we’ve easily used two of them already.” Lincoln answered. As I glanced down and noticed he was picking the shards of glass out of my palms, without care for the ones in his own. “If we can survive until then, I think we’ll be fine. They’re sending the armed police, not just the regular ones, so John can hopefully get his bitch ass shot.”
“We can wish it to be that easy.” I snorted and then instantly flinched as Linc took the last piece of glass from my skin. “Fucking hell, bunny, are you trying to make me die? That hurts.”
Kody moved beside me and suddenly grabbed my hair, pulling my head back and tilting my mouth to his. The kiss only lasted a handful of seconds, but it was enough to make me forget all about the stinging pain in my hands.
“There, I kissed you better.” He smirked when he pulled back. “Now tell us what you wanna do next?”
“Fire and hide.” I panted. “Now I think we chuck the fire out the window hole quickly and hope for the best? I don’t want anyone to stand in it. It seems silly when we could get shot. So maybe we throw it without looking and just hope it hits John in his big head?”
“So throw it blind?” Kody nodded before he jut his chin at Price. “You’re up, big man. Go make use of that D1 throwing arm and prove those scouts right for thinking you weren’t a talentless beast.”
“I have more talent in my left hand than you do in your entire body, baker boy.” Price grinned as he grabbed two bottles in one hand, his lighter from his jean pocket with the other. “I can hit some people even with my dodgy shoulder. Easy peasy.”
As though to prove his words, he hurried to the side of the window, lighting both cocktails within seconds of each other.
“Don’t get shot,papi.” I figured John would be reloading his gun or maybe waiting for me to show myself. Either way, it was worth caution. “Be careful.”
Price turned his cocky grin my way. “Ten points per person I light up?”
“Five.” I snorted. “And you need to get at least thirty points before we leave.”
It was safe to say I didn’t underestimate his petty urges and knew full well he would score all the points I asked of him. Even more so, considering his first two explosives soared through the window with scary accuracy, the sounds of screams emanating through the air a second later. Ideally, it was John dying via flames, but I doubted I would be that lucky.
The screaming upped its ferocity, and the acrid stench of smoke quickly filled the air as we all hurried to stand near Price, handing him new cocktails until we’d run out, and there was nothing left but us and our weapons.
We had to fight to get to a car. Any would do. Lincoln and Logan could steal and it and race it. I could easily pay back the owners for ‘letting’ us borrow it to get us to safety, and John wouldn’t be able to follow if we shot his tires out.
It would be easy. Totally, completely, easy.
“And that makes thirty.” Price started laughing as he grabbed a spare knife from Misha. “I won; what’s my prize?”
Misha pulled him away from the window, smirking only a little. “How about the satisfaction of knowing you still have your football talent?”
“I’ve never once doubted my own talents.” Price flexed his arms, moving into various bodybuilding poses as he winked. “But I want a real prize. Something tangible that I will be requesting later on.”
Considering the way he looked at me and Misha, I could easily figure out what he would ask for. Not that he needed it fora prize; I would have done it for free. Misha was no doubts the same.
“Do we just make a run for it, or do we split up?” Kody was being a little more sensible than Price and I as we made eyes at each other, and he was glancing out of the window, seeing through the flames that encompassed the sidewalk and lawn. “It looks like they’re panicking. I think if we hit them from two different sides, we could actually be fine enough to make a mad dash out of here.”
“Then let’s do it. You go through the window with Price and Misha. Lincoln and Logan can follow me out the front door; I’ll distract John, the other two can go grab a neighbors car.”
They all did as I asked and I almost ran out of the front door, shooting before I could see where to aim. Lincoln and Logan followed suit before running off to the house over the road, leaving me to keep John entertained when he quickly spotted me.
By that I meant he instantly came my way for nothing but violence.
He didn’t care for the fire that was burning over Shannon’s grass. He didn’t care for the charred corpses of his men, or the ones still softly flaming. The prick didn’t even spare a glance for Price, Kody, or Misha as they made their way through what was left of his soldiers. He only cared about me.
Shooting at me and forcing me to duck behind the bumper of our shot up car when I had the chance. Like the aggravating bastard he was, he kept doing it and we exchanged gunfire and various insults, until Price got close enough to him to be a problem. But I wasn’t going to let Price be hit by a bullet, so I advanced on John instead.
