Series: Sean Moriarty
Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 113805 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113805 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
Moving to the windows that are high up from the floor, I break one out by hurling the fat sack of shit’s body through it. A second later another body follows behind him.
Yanking over a chair to boost myself up with, I slither out the window like a snake.
It’s time to act like the man Lucifer hired me to be.
When I reach the ground, I take a moment and shove my bloodied hands through my hair. Pushing it down, I can feel the blood help hold any of the hair that’s fallen across my forehead back in place.
A hand on my shoulder is the only sign Johnathan gives me before he grabs his dead body, hoists it up over his shoulder, and moves towards the front.
Lifting the fat fucker again, I put the bulk of his body over my shoulder and across my stomach.
I could march for days right now with the pure fury that blazes through me.
Pulling my pistol from the holster, I drop the magazine that is almost empty into my pocket and quickly put in my last one. Twelve rounds in total aren’t going to be enough, but I’ll figure something out.
Moving slow enough to keep from attracting attention, I make sure that the woman was bluffing about us being surrounded. The way this warehouse district is built, there’s no way for her to surround the place. We’re butting up against other buildings and there’s low, decorative brick walls everywhere.
It simply wouldn’t be feasible to surround us. If they had, we’d already be dead.
We’ll have to burn down the whole building, though. Even if we’re in an empty section of the district. There’s just no way to hide the amount of bodies there will be when this is all done and over with.
In and out of the shadows, I move ever closer to the action. And just like my body is moving, my mind fades in and out. Over and over, small memories of Eden fill my head. I remember the little parts of her that drew me to her like a moth to the flame.
I spot five men slowly stalking towards my position and quickly see they’ve got the drop on Johnathan.
Fuck.
Lifting my gun, I pull the trigger in three rounds of two, hitting two of them. The two I hit drop instantly, but the other three pivot towards me, lifting their own pistols to return fire.
Holding the body in my arms, I work my best to keep it between me and the guns roaring at me.
The body shutters as rounds rip into it, but thankfully they must be using nine millimeters because they don’t penetrate and come through to me.
Another wave of fire erupts from where Johnathan is at.
Dropping down in a crouch, I look around my meaty barricade and shoot the remaining guy in the dick.
The poor man falls to the ground, wailing in pain, before I shoot another round into his head.
“That wasn’t nice,” Johnathan shouts with laughter as he pushes his body up against a low brick wall. “You need a new mag?”
“Yes,” I shout and catch the mag he throws at me.
Nodding, Johnathan lifts his body up again and moves forward, around a corner. Leaving me alone back here.
Suddenly I start to hear the loud thumps of a booming rifle shooting at the front of the warehouse.
That has to be James and his sniper rifle.
Dropping the fat fucker completely down on the ground, I approach the bodies I shot.
A loud bang goes off somewhere ahead of me and I feel a searing ache in my shoulder.
Diving out of the way, I move behind another low wall and try to peek over it to see what’s shooting at me.
It’s her.
The fucking Russian cunt who started all of this fucking mess. She’s with a group of three men. They must be peeling off from the main attack force.
Shit.
Switching out mags as fast as I possibly can, I slam home the full mag.
Peering over the low wall, I start shooting at the group indiscriminately. It’s of no use aiming at one specific person right now.
Another round slams into the bricks around me and I try to make myself as small of a target as possible. Which isn’t exactly easy being as big as I am, but I don’t want to complain too much as I’m only hit by brick and mortar chips.
I hear men screaming and then a pounding of feet.
Fuck.
One man leaps over the wall and I lift my gun to fire at him. Hitting him twice in the stomach as he sails above me.
The second comes around the low wall and raises his gun, but I’ve already pulled my switchblade from my pocket. I fling it at his exposed neck the moment it shows.
He falls to the ground, spraying his load of bullets high into the air.