Page 98 of Savage Ruin
Two more shots are fired, almost simultaneously.
Mitch grunts behind me, and I hear him fall to the ground, but I don’t dare turn to check on him. Langford’s gun is pointed directly at my head.
Langford grimaces, and I see he’s hit in his right shoulder. Mitch’s shot would have been the perfect hit to make him drop his gun. Unfortunately, he’s holding the gun in his left hand. A southpaw.
He gestures for me to drop the gun.
My fingers grip it tighter, and I stare defiantly at him.
“Do you want to be responsible for another death? Look behind you. I’d say he has about twenty minutes?” he drawls, a smug look on his face.
Keeping him in my sights, I step to the side and dart a glance at the floor where Mitch lays. Langford’s aim was true. He hit him between the neck and his shoulder, where the vest doesn’t provide cover.
Mitch’s blue eyes stare steadily at me. He looks at my gun and shakes his head negatively.
I look at the blood pouring out of him and put my gun on the floor.
Langford kicks it away.
“Someone has to tell them,” I murmur. Mitch needs to make it so he can tell them what happened. Not wanting Langford to get any ideas, I stride quickly to the front door.
He rushes after me and jerks me to a halt. “I can still shoot him from here.” He smirks.
The handle is in my hand, so I fling the door open. “Are we staying or going?” I glare at him.
His eyes glint, and he places the gun on my temple. “No heroics. Head to the garage.”
We only encounter two security men on our way to the garage. Nobody expected him to come from within the house, and most of the team is patrolling the outer edges of the property. With the gun to my head, they quickly back off.
My phone silently vibrates when we enter the garage, and I automatically look up at the camera hidden in the corner. Thiago should be hearing “Garage Door Open” right about now. He shoves me forward.
Noise bursts from his pocket. “Window closing. Car wash done.”
His face is pale, and he’s sweating. Reaching into his front pocket, with his bloody hand, he extracts a radio. Similar to the one the security team is carrying, but a slightly different model. “Leave the car and meet me at my place. One of those imbecile security guards shot me, and I’m going to need your help to bandage it up.” He recites an address.
“Meet you there.”
“That sounds like Philip,” I say, testing out my theory.
“He contacted me. Offered to help me escape, but I told him I couldn’t leave without you. Plus, I wasn’t sure of his loyalty with David gone. When I noticed SEI’s man earlier, I realized Philip could help me be in two places at once,” he explains with a shrug, but his gaze isn’t on me, it’s on the vehicles in the garage.
I wait for him to pick.
“Which one is Thiago’s?” he demands, motioning to the cars.
I point out the dark green Aston Martin DBS.
He smiles. “Get the keys. You’re driving.”
I look at the blood running down his arm and wince. Thiago’s going to have to get rid of his car. Two minutes later, we’re rolling down the driveway to the gate.
When we get to the bottom, the car is surrounded by security with guns pointing at the car.
He pushes the gun into my temple. “Move or I’ll put a bullet in her head.”
One of the men puts his hand to his ear, then turns it in a circle. The gate slowly opens.
We roll through and Langford drops his hand to his lap. The gun is pointed at me, but the wound is taking its toll. He’s fading, but I can’t tell if it’s fast enough for me to have a shot at escaping before we get to the apartment or not.
