“You’re not allowed to fucking die.” Brand gave it to Chaz. “Tie him off. We’ll cover you.”
Jayson gave them a nod then stepped down onto the helo’s skid. The wind rushed all around him as he crouched, hanging on with one hand, Glock in his other. As Lex maneuvered the bird lower, keeping them directly above the SUV’s roof and moving at the same speed, Jayson stretched out on the skid, hugging it tightly. The moment Lex shifted the helo to the side, Jayson fired, blowing out the passenger’s window.
The SUV swerved but quickly regained control.Shit.The last thing he wanted to do was just start shooting haphazardly because Sabrina was in there. But he had to stop that SUV.
He had to end Rocco Ferrante once and for all.
Before he could aim again, the mobster leaned out the broken window and opened fire. With a fucking machine gun.
Fuck!
“Overshoot them!” Jayson yelled into his comms. “Then spin around and head straight at them. Get as low as possible!”
“You want a chicken fight with the SUV?” Brand asked in disbelief.
“Fuck yeah!” Lex called out, easily overtaking and flying past the SUV. “Hang on!”
The helo swung around, turning to face the approaching car head-on. Jayson hoped he didn’t just make the worst decision of his life as the bird suddenly descended in a belly-fluttering drop. Clinging to the skid, he fired off a few carefully-aimed shots, attempting to hit the mobster and being extremely careful not to accidentally clip Sabrina in the process. Hopefully she was down, out of the immediate danger zone.
Ferrante returned fire. Bullets peppered through the air, pinging off the helicopter, and Jayson tensed. Why did he ever think a chicken fight with the SUV was a good idea? The first spray of bullets missed him, and he released a relieved sigh before firing back at Ferrante. The SUV began to weave, making it harder to hit his target.
The helo whooshed past them, and Jayson got a glimpse of the back where Sabrina was tucked into a ball in the footwell. “Good girl,” he murmured under his breath.
“You are one crazy motherfucker!” Lex called through the comms. “Again?”
Jayson turned, focusing on the fleeing SUV with steely determination. “Again,” he gritted out. “And get lower.”
“Christ,” Brand muttered. “If we get any lower, we’re gonna crash.”
“Nah, I got this,” Lex assured them. “Hold on, kids!”
Once again, Lex zoomed into position and then flew straight toward the SUV.I must have a death wish,Jayson thought.Or I’m in love.
Both were definitely dangerous.
The wind whipped like mad around Jayson, and the helo’s blades whirled above him in a blur. They swooped down, dropping even lower than before, and headed straight for the approaching vehicle. Ferrante appeared and began firing while Jayson took careful aim then pulled his trigger.
They both hit their marks. Ferrante clutched his arm then disappeared back into the vehicle, while a round from the machine gun grazed Jayson’s calf, stinging like hell. Above him, several strange-sounding pings echoed through the air as bullets ripped through the rotors. The helo tilted hard and Jayson tried to hold on, but the jolt sent him rolling off the skid. He made a last-ditch grab for it, but missed when the helo lurched up.
Fuck.The wind whooshed up as he fell. The rope tightened, stopping his fall with a back-arching snap. Dangling beneath the helo which sputtered and screeched, he looked up and saw Chaz sawing through the rope with frantic slashes.
The helo began to drop, and the horror of the situation hit him like a blast of frigid Arctic air. If Chaz didn’t cut him loose in time, the helicopter would crash right on top of him.
Because one thing was clear: the bird was going down—really fucking fast—and he was about to be flatter than a fucking pancake.
The moment Sabrina heard the helicopter, she knew it was Jayson. He and the Motley Crew were coming for her!
Buckling up, fearing things were about to take a wild turn, she clutched the seat in anticipation. Bullets cracked through the air and the front passenger side window blew out. The car swerved sideways before Bling regained control. Meanwhile, Ferrante leaned out the window and lifted a machine gun.Oh, God, no.She knew she had to do something. But what?
Quickly unbuckling her seat belt, she got ready. When the moment was right, she’d strike. Because despite her tendency to doubt her abilities as an agent, she had to help Jayson and his friends.
The helicopter zoomed past above them. It pulled ahead, spun around and dropped dangerously low. Then it flew straight toward them.
Ohmygod.
She saw Jayson hanging outside of the helo, practically dangling from a skid.Is he crazy?
“Is he fucking insane?” Ferrante yelled.
