Sick satisfaction pulsed in my consciousness when I felt his bone snap.
He howled in anguish, fucker dropping to his knees.
I swung all the way around and delivered a roundhouse to his face. My boot making contact with his jaw. It sent him flying sideways, bastard skidding across the pavement.
I turned just in time to see the other guy had ditched his bat for a gun.
“Did you think it wouldn’t come to this? Did you think you would get away with it?” he snarled.
He went to take aim, and I dove for where my gun had fallen four feet away, the outline dark in the disorienting haze that made it difficult to see.
I snatched it up as I tossed myself into a roll so I could take aim at the blackened silhouette that had turned to track me.
I fired.
The pop of my gun echoed in the night.
A wail ricocheted through the air, and he reached up to clutch his shoulder rather than his chest that was my target.
Fuck.
Thankfully, it was enough that he lost hold of his gun, the metal skidding across the pavement in my direction, and I dove for that one, too.
Both guns in hand, I whipped back around, sitting up so I could fire.
Gunshots pinged as I took aim at the shadows that flashed through the murky fog.
A shout of pain tore through the confusion, but both doors were slamming and the truck was being thrown into gear.
“Oh shit,” I mumbled when I realized their intention.
I flipped over and scrambled onto my feet, tossing myself off the side of the road as the truck came gunning for me.
I flew through the air, suspended for what felt like an eon, before I slammed into the dirt and pitched into the line of trees as the headlights bared down, the bumper of the truck barely missing me by an inch.
Throwing myself onto my back, I fired and fired as the truck was shoved into reverse. The windshield shattered as it was struck, and bullets pinged and sparked against the grill. Tires squealed as it skidded around, its engine roaring as it blazed back down the mountain.
I climbed to my feet, still firing, bullets pelting against the tailgate as they escaped.
They hit the curve in the road hard, and one second later, their taillights were swallowed by the forest.
“Fuck,” I spat.
Rage screamed through my veins as barbed, broken breaths heaved from my chest.
Felt like I was being burned alive.
The flames from the torch on the back of my hand licking up my arm, stoking the fire where I would forever burn.
No respite from the scorching blaze.
Half out of my mind, I considered hunting them down on foot.
End them the way I should have.
The warnings they issued spun through my brain on repeat.
“You should have known he would be coming for you.”
