"How many?" I ask over the bangs ringing through the air.
"Uh, looks like 6. Maybe 7 shooters." He looks around before answering.
Well this will be easy. They picked the two worst people to be up against. Together we stand and start shooting. Within seconds we have 4 down. I look over to find Blake looking directly at my ass from his crouched position.
“Stop staring at my ass!” I yell towards him. This snaps him out of his trance.
“Never.” That comment brings me back to what Ghost said. I shake the thoughts from my mind.
Like a schoolgirl, I cast my sights over Blake. Time appears to stand still as I take in his presence. Dressed in a navy blue dress shirt rolled up at the elbows and black slacks, he looks handsome even in the midst of gun fire. I watch as the kickback of his Glock jaunts his arms subtlety. The way his veiny forearms have a mosaic of tattoos covering them.
Suddenly, there's motion behind Blake and I throw my weight to knock him out of the way. Hand to hand it is. I spin and kick them in the face and they block it. They use my ankle as leverage to drop me. Fuck. I am throwing punches and suddenly they are pulled from my body. Blake shoves a blade into their neck and tosses their body.
"Thanks." I half heartedly offer.
“Who’s eye-fucking who now?” He laughs. I roll my eyes.
There are two left. We each take one. These guys are good, quick and precise. I’m pleasantly surprised at Blake’s skills; he’s exceptionally better than he lets on. I’d even argue, as good as me. After a few seconds I am able to reach for my gun and get it to their head. Bang. They drop and I turn to Blake. We run towards the parking lot as bullets keep raining.
"Where are they coming from?" He asks. I look around as best as I can.
"I can't tell. Everywhere." I press a button on my key fob and my car comes screeching into view.
"Well, aren't you fancy?" I knew the self drive setting was a worthy upgrade.
"Get in!" I yell.
Once inside, bullets continue to fly but they bounce off my car like heavy rain. I peel out of the parking lot as my foot touches the floor. Just as I think we might be in the clear, three military grade hummers and two armored cars come into view. Great, hope they like the chase.
Chapter Nine
Modern Day Bonnie and Clyde
We fly through the streets of downtown, weaving between cars as bullets pelt against the back of my car. I press the speed dial on my car’s Bluetooth waiting for the dial tone to sound. They pick up on the first ring.
“What’s happening, baby girl?” James' voice fills the car. Blake grumbles something next to me but I’m too focused on my driving to catch what he said.
There's muffled noises in the background and then I hear Lucas, “How's your date going?” Before I can answer, Ryon cuts in.
“Yeah, did you end it early to come home to daddy?” I laugh hysterically at his words.
“What the fuck did he just say?” Blake speaks up next to me. I roll my eyes and chuckle.
“Ah, you're bringing him back to share?” Ryon jokes. I laugh so hard I nearly clip a passing car.
“I think you’ve tortured him enough, guys. I called because I’m presently outrunning five armored vehicles. I could use some back up if you fellas have the time?”
“Anything for you, dear.” James says in a calm manner.
“Stellar, we are heading towards the intersection of Madison and Glendale. Think you can enter Phase B?” I direct. If he can tap into the city's cameras, he can find us a way out of this mess.
“Turn right on Madison and then an immediate left. Head five blocks down and shimmy over to your right, there’ll be an access bridge there, take it.” James is calculated now.
“Got it, thanks.” I say.
I hit the turn with a sharp right spin of the wheel. We drift slightly but it’s nothing- I correct the car quickly as we make the left turn. Blake loads his Glock and rolls down the window, firing at the trucks behind us. It's not long before he throws himself back into the vehicle.
“Out of bullets.” He states. Annoyance clear on his face.
