And then he’s shooting. With impressive skill. He picks off two of the hired guards within the first three minutes.
But the lucky streak doesn’t last long. As soon as they start taking bullets from our side, they are firing them back just as fast too.
Dom and Rory have me sandwiched between them and every time I try to fire off a shot, Rory’s shoving my head back down.
“You brought me with you, now let me fucking help,” I growl.
He ignores me, so I resort to lying down on the ground and aiming for the feet I can see moving around.
It’s a smaller target, and it’s dark, and they are moving. So I don’t actually expect to hit any of them, but I give it my best.
And after a shit ton of rounds, one of them goes down. Rory finishes him off then glances down at me.
I smile up for him and hold out my hand for more ammunition.
He gives it to me.
We settle in for a long night. Unlike the movies, this is not over quickly. We came in hard, but there are still a lot of guys left. I don’t know where Storm is until I see her platinum hair poking up from the backseat of a car.
She’s looking for a clear escape route, but there isn’t one.
Unless I make one for her.
Rory is busy, and I use it to my advantage. I reach into the case and grab an AK. And then I army crawl around him and to the back of the car, making my escape.
“Scarlett,” Rory calls out. “Get your arse the fuck back here right now.”
I blow him a kiss and keep going.
This is going to last all night at this rate.
And I’m counting on one simple loophole. I’m fairly certain that these assholes have orders not to kill me.
It’s a risk, but it’s one I’m willing to take. I poke my head out, and one of the guards sees me. And just as I thought, he holds up his arm to the guys next to him and signals in my direction.
That’s right, boys. I’m off limits.
Because Quinn and Duke probably want to do the deed themselves.
Rory is making his way over to me now, and I don’t have much time. So I make a mad dash to another car on the other side of the lawn. I only have one more to go before I get to Storm.
That’s when Conor takes a bullet through the windshield.
“Fuck,” Crow roars. “Stay down, lad.”
And then there’s a grunt not far behind me. That’s when I see it.
Rory’s been hit. In the shoulder.
He’s bleeding. Because of me.
“Are you okay?” I yell.
He clutches at his wound and glares. “Get your arse back over here, now.”
He’s huddled behind the trunk, waiting. Bleeding. And I want to tell him all the things I never have.
I’m pissed off and I’m fucking tired, and now Rory’s hurt because of me.
