With my jaw clenching, I turn my head sideways to look out the side mirror. The black SUV halts behind us suddenly, almost rear ending us. Opening my door, a round of gunshots ring out, bouncing off the shell of my door. “Fuck!”
The SUV attempts to reverse when another truck pulls up behind them. Squinting my eyes to look closer, I see the girl in the passenger seat, her hair glows with Abby’s trademark red hair.
“Who the fuck just shot at us?” I yell out to Hella, who’s ducked behind his driver’s side door, loading his gun up again. He’d already emptied an entire round and he probably didn’t miss either.
“Russian’s, I’m guessing.” Before he swings back around and unloads another round.
Gun shots sound off from behind me along with a blood-curdling scream. Swinging my head around, two women’s bodies are lying lifeless on the ground. Picking up my gun, I point it out in front of me and head toward the one I know is Abby, when a man dressed in an elegant, crisp black suit stands in front of her, blocking my path. He stands with the type of calmness and cockiness one can only learn by being in The Army. The van trunk opens wide and the boys unload out with their weapons raised.
“Stop! Hold the fuck up,” I yell at them. They look at me like I’m crazy, but I need to know what this fucker has to say.
“Let her go,” I state, pointing my gun to Abby. There’s another woman wearing a badge dead on the ground beside her, blood trickling out of her eyes, landing onto the dirt ridden ground.
“Hella!” I roar out. In a split second, gun shots die out and he rounds the van to stand up beside me.
Realization sets in, his face morphing into the lethal son of a bitch he is.
“Abby?” His voice cracks for a second before anger seeps into his bones. You can see the exact moment that that anger has settled.
“Let her go. Now,” he warns, bringing his eyes up to the crisp suit.
Crisp suit laughs while shaking his head. “Now, I can’t do that, Hella. In fact…” he looks down at Abby before looking back to us. “…I don’t think we’re finished with her body yet.”
“You won’t win this,” I state just as helicopter propellers sound off over the top of us at around the same time the gun shots die out from where they were coming from, with cars taking off in the distance. I guess the Russians are gone.
“We already have. We are always, one step ahead of you boys. Remember that.”
“We could kill you right now and it not be an issue,” I say, smiling back at him.
He laughs, then points to the sky. “You see that?” He points to the helicopter overhead. Hella steps forward forcefully, my hand swinging out and catching his forearm. He cocks his head, looking at me over his shoulder. I shake my head and pull him back. I know she’s dead, and if Hella inspects that any closer, I cannot be responsible for his lashing out.
“I have five minutes to get out of here before more backup show, and judged by those little red dots covering you and your men… I’d say you can do neither of those things.” Gripping Abby’s arm, he pulls her limp body up and drags her by her armpits back to her car before him and the other man he was with get into Abby’s SUV and pull out of there with the helicopter following them.
“Fuck!” Swinging my hand around and landing it in the window to our van.
“Move the car…” Hannibal points to Flicker, “....now! We need to get the fuck out.”
I look to Hella, who still hasn’t moved, or breathed by the looks of it.
Flicker gets in the driver’s seat, dropping the emergency break and pushing it out of our way before we all climb back into the van. Once Hella gets in, I turn my attention to him. “I could fucking kill you,” I growl.
He brings his eyes to me. “Fuck up, Beast. Don’t start with this shit. I respect you as my president, but we were equals before this shit brought us together, and right now I’m unstable enough to fuck shit up. Don’t…” He turns the key in the ignition, the veins in his neck pulsating, his jaw clenched and his eyes dead. I laugh under my breath. I know he’s any second away from killing something. Turning the headlights on, I look out ahead of us at what can only be described as a war ground.
“Holy fuck,” Flicker whispers from behind me.
Swallowing down, I shrug. “Fucking stupid. We should have never been here either. Let’s go.” The entire ground was littered with bodies. There were Feds and men in casual attire, I’m guessing Russian. What a fucking mess, this has just caused a whole lot of fucking heat that I didn’t want. I’m sad for Abby, I am. But she was asking for it. You dance with fire, you’re going to get burned eventually. Her execution wasn’t thought through enough obviously. Looks like we’ll be rolling with Sinful Souls, not just for their beef, but for what is now ours too.