“You’re not going anywhere,” Bruno whispers, clearly in pain.
“Oh, please. Like you’re going to fight me in that condition, and protect this bitch.”
I crawl towards Bruno.
“If you follow us, you’re a dead man,” Bad Blood threatens.
“He won’t,” I reply before Bruno can.
“Listen to your bitch.”
They walk out.
We had him.
We really had him. We had the chance to remove a drop of evil from this glass of mediocrity that we call ‘life.’
We had him.
Chapter Thirty-Six
Peachy.
Bruno
The purr of a chopper engine sounds in the distance as Asad and Bad Blood escape, while we’re still stunned by the situation we just survived. Sarah remains silent and won’t let go of the scalpel.
“Babe, it’s okay. They’re gone,” I say, and approach her with caution. “Come on, give me the scalpel. You don’t need it anymore.” My voice finally reaches her, and she gives it to me. I surround her with my arms, holding tight. I really thought this was it, I feared I was never going to see her eyes, hear her voice, feel her touch ever again; or even worse, I’d see her die in front of me, and I wouldn’t be able to do anything to stop it. “Are you okay?”
“Am I okay!?” She wakes up from her trance and yells at me passionately. “Are you fucking kidding me!?” She snaps at me, which is kind of funny. “What’s so funny, asshole?” Maybe it’s not that funny.
“Nothing, it’s just… I’m happy we’re alive, and to be completely honest, you’re kinda cute when you’re angry.”
“Mmmmhm,” she mumbles; her face automatically changes from contempt to fear. “Your—”
“My hands are fine, don’t worry about it. Come on, let’s get out of this shithole.”
“Wait!” She runs to the table and takes Asad’s laptop. I’m so proud. “Might be useful.”
Fuck, I love her.
“Good thinking.” I grab her hand and we walk together through a hallway. Rage made a mess, no surprises there. The entire compound is still covered in a big cloud of dust, but not so thick as to prevent me from finding the exit.
When we get to the entrance, Redbeard, his two followers, and two more bikers lie on the ground, dead; eyes wide open, big poodles of blood. All of them were armed, and yet there’s not a single bullet casing on the ground. They never saw him coming. The crackling sound of fire still burning the choppers mixes with Sarah’s screams of fear when she sees the bodies. “Don’t look at them, look up and walk straight.”
“Why’s everyone dead? Who did this?” She says.
“Not important right now. Let’s go, don’t stop,” I reply. A few seconds later, she gasps loudly.
“Where’s Carter!? We have to help him.” She stops short and pulls my arm.
“Ouch! Be gentle, please. You did just torture me, remember? He’s safe.” I chuckle.
“S— Sorry. But, safe? What do you mean, safe? That man— he looked… sinister.”
“Safe. That’s all that matters now, and we must get away from this place, pronto.” I give her a little pull and she follows me again.
We get to the car and jump right in. I open the glove box, pull my cell out and text Rage— WE’RE OUT.
