Page 47 of Pregnant Bratva Wife
The other two men swirled, their eyes now on me.
Autumn screamed, the sound tearing through the night. She stood frozen, spattered with the blood of the man who’d grabbed her.
“Autumn,” I called, moving toward her, but she took a step back, turned, and ran through the fence.
I didn’t have time to go after her.
Because the other two were on me.
One of the men charged and slammed into me before I could fire again. His shoulder caught my chest, the sheer force of it forced the gun from my hand, letting it skid across the pavement.
I tried to reach for it, but from the corner of my eye, I saw the third man draw his own weapon.
Fuck. There was no time.
I dove behind the dumpster just as the shot rang out, the bullet sparking against metal inches from my head.
Fuck.
I was unarmed.
The second man came at me behind the dumpster, swinging a crowbar he must’ve grabbed from the ground. I blocked the first hit with my forearm, and the pain exploded like fire, but I held my ground.
I twisted, grabbed the shaft mid-swing, and yanked it free from his grip. Then I drove the end into his jaw until I felt bone give way. He collapsed in a heap at my feet.
I dropped low and rolled, reaching for my pistol.
Came out from behind the dumpster. The man shot at me, but I ducked to the floor, rolling up to my knees, and that’s when I took my aim.
I fired straight at the target. It got him clean through the chest. He staggered and hit the ground. Dead.
I didn’t give myself time to even catch my breath.
“Autumn!” I screamed, making my way through the broken fence.
She was out there. Alone. Scared. Running blind. The Espositos could have been in any number and anywhere.
Where the hell was she?
The alleys ahead twisted into a dark maze of crumbling buildings. My boots hit the ground hard as I ran, eyes scanning, ears straining.
Then, somewhere to my left, I heard footsteps. I gave chase.
If anything had happened to her, I would never have been able to forgive myself. I needed to find her. Now.
Chapter 12 - Autumn
I ran like hell.
I couldn’t even breathe.
But I ran as fast and as far as my feet could take me.
No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t get the image of that bloodied man out of my mind. I couldn’t forget who put him in that state.
None of that mattered, though. It seemed like child’s play compared to how Federico, my husband, shot a man dead just moments ago.
“Autumn!” I heard his voice somewhere behind me.
