I groaned and slumped against the back of the passenger seat. At least if someone was out there, I had a chance of getting rescued since I’d been unable to do it myself.
Suddenly, the silent night was split open by more gunfire. I ducked, even though my chances of getting shot seemed significantly lower now. I moved so that I was against the backseat instead of in front of the back window. I looked out the window, but the frame around it had been crushed, and I could barely fit my hand out, much less the rest of me.
Something hit the roof of the car, and I could hear someone yelling.
Gunshots starting ringing out pretty steadily. Honestly, it felt like a hopeful sound. The sound of guns meant that Cole and his Overlords were still out there, and they were coming for me. I couldn’t imagine Cole leaving without me, or without at least checking to make sure if I was alright.
“Cole!” I called out, sure I couldn’t be heard over the gunshots, but I wasn’t about to stop. I called for him a few more times.
I slumped back down against the backseat and waited as the gunfire seemed to get closer and completely encircle the car. While I listened and waited, my mind wandered.
What had Fang and his other goon been up to while it had been so silent outside? Surely, they had been doing something. Had they simply been working out a plan of action? Had Fang called for backup?
I didn’t know much about the cabin hideout. I didn’t know if he had people in the area he could call for backup or if all of his goons were back in the city. I didn’t know if it was really just a cabin or a compound that he just referred to as a cabin. I really hoped it was the former. I wasn’t sure how close we were, but we felt a lot closer to the cabin than we did to the city. If he had people coming down from the cabin, Cole and I were in big trouble.
“Cole,” I shouted again, straining my voice against the night.
“Shut her up,” I heard Fang yell at his goon.
“Want me to shoot her, boss?” he asked.
“I don’t care what you do, just shut her up,” Fang answered. “You know what? Fuck it. Shoot her if you have to. We’re going to do that when we get up to the cabin anyway. Might as well handle it now.”
My heart stopped. If Cole or one of his Overlords didn’t show up, and fast, I was a goner. This was it.
“No, no, no,” I repeated as I looked around the car for either a way out, a weapon, or a way to cut myself free.
Both Fang and the other guy sounded like the bikers were keeping them busy, though, so I had that working for me.
The corpse! The body of Fang’s other goon was still in the back seat with me. He’d been carrying a gun when they put me in the car. I started digging through his pockets.
“Sorry, man,” I told him. “It’s nothing personal, but you’ve got something I need right now.”
My hands wrapped around a pistol in his jacket pocket and I pulled it out.
“Hey, little lady,” a voice said above me, and it was the living goon, poking his head in the window.
I tried to point the gun at him and pulled the trigger. He ducked to the side. I missed, but I was close enough to stall him. However, my hands were so damn awkward, the recoil kicked the gun out of my hand and it fell into the darkness beneath me.
“Shit.” I knelt down and tried to find it. I reached around on what was now the floor, but I couldn’t find it. I just ended up scratching my hands up with the shards of glass that had fallen at my feet.
“Need some help?” the voice returned.
“Smart-ass. If you’re going to shoot me, just go ahead and fucking do it. Spare me the bullshit,” I told him. I stopped searching for the gun and stood up. I tilted my head up to face him. I wasn’t even going to try to avoid it or fight it anymore. I was ready to accept my fate, but something told me this guy was too chicken shit to pull the trigger at such close range.
He scrambled to get into position above me so he could get his gun inside the car and aim it at me. As he worked to steady himself, he waved the pistol in his hand back and forth in front of me.
As soon as he looked away, I grabbed his wrist and bent his arm the wrong way against the door, jumping as I did so that I would jerk his arm down as I landed. The gun went off, shooting the dead man in front of me, but then he released it.
“You bitch!” He grabbed his wounded arm and rolled off the car.
I was now stuck in the car with at least two guns and a dead man with two people outside who wanted me dead, and countless people shooting at them who seemed to have no idea I was inside, alive.
Chapter 24