Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 109695 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 548(@200wpm)___ 439(@250wpm)___ 366(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109695 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 548(@200wpm)___ 439(@250wpm)___ 366(@300wpm)
“Razor! I know you’re mad, but can you at least come out and help me?” Hearing nothing, I called to him again. “Razor. Come on man, are you really gonna make me do this by myself? It’s gonna take twice as long.”
Not getting a response, I realized Johnny wasn’t falling for it. “Fine. I’ll do it myself.” I started dragging the ladder outside the entrance and set it up in front of the garage door.
Just as I got it open, Razor stepped from the back room. He didn’t move past the doorway, so Johnny had to be holding a gun to his back.
“I need to show you something, first,” he called. “Why don’t you come on back, we can get the cameras set up after that.”
“If it’s about Joint, I’m not interested.” I twisted to pull my gun from my holster.
“It’s not. But I think I figured out who set you up.”
“You mean it wasn’t Cash?”
“Oh, Cash was involved, but you’re gonna want to see this.”
“Fine. But can you grab that drill for me? It’s right there, next to that car.”
Razor didn’t hesitate and dropped to his stomach. He rolled under the car beside him, exposing a man with a ball cap crouching behind. The man rose to his full height and fired at me.
I’d been expecting it, and had already taken cover behind the car. I took a shot at Johnny, and he jerked back, grabbing his arm. He roared with anger and quickly ducked back into Razor’s office.
I started toward the office, but another shot came from Serenity’s position. He must have been waiting for me, and she shot at him to scare him off. It must have worked, because the sound of breaking glass reached me. Had he gone out the office window?
Rushing back to the garage entrance, I ran to the side of the building, hoping to catch him. He’d already sprinted down the alley to the front of the shop. I started to follow, and he turned to face me. As I took another step toward him, he lobbed a small object that looked like a grenade my way.
“Shit!” I pivoted back the way I’d come and took a flying leap, hoping to make it out of the way before it exploded. The blast sent me flying, and pain lanced through my left calf and lower thigh muscles. I rolled on the ground, coming to rest behind the relative safety of the building.
The brick wall where I’d been standing began to crumble and fell in a heap, just inches from my body. Coughing from the dust, I quickly rolled to my stomach and shoved to my feet.
Pain lanced through my leg, and I went down on one knee. Somewhere along the way, I’d lost my gun. As I scrambled to look for it, footsteps sounded on the broken bricks. Was he coming to finish the job? Where was my gun?
As I rolled back behind the remains of the wall, Serenity reached me. Before she could say a word, we both heard footsteps closing in on us. Her eyes narrowed, and she stepped closer to the edge of the wall. Raising her gun, she crouched low and swiveled around the corner, taking a quick shot before taking cover again. The footsteps made a hasty retreat, and she moved into position for another shot. Rising to her feet, she took aim, but held back.
“He’s getting away.” In the distance, a car door slammed, and the car took off down the street. “I missed.” She turned to me, noticing that I hadn’t moved. “You’re hurt.” Dropping beside me, her hands roamed over my chest. “Where?”
“My leg. It’s not too bad.” I groaned. “Just some shrapnel.”
“What should I do?”
Before I could answer, Razor rushed to stand beside us. “Shit. He was gonna kill me.”
Serenity turned to him. “Nate’s hurt. Do you have a first aid kit? I need to stop the bleeding.”
“Sure. I’ll be right back.”
Serenity’s brows drew together. “Show me where you’re hurt.”
“It’s in the back of my thigh and my calf. Just help me up, and get me to Dix. He can take care of it.” I managed to stand, keeping my weight on one leg, and holding onto the side of the building.
“Sure, but let me at least wrap it.”
Razor returned, opening the pack. Serenity grabbed a pad and placed it over the wound on my thigh. “I can still see the shrapnel, so it’s not too deep, but I’m leaving it there.” Using some stretch tape, she wound it around the pad. Next, she did the same thing for the wound on my calf.
“That should hold it,” Serenity said.
“Good.” I turned to Razor. “What happened?”
Razor shook his head. “I have no idea. One minute I’m alone, and the next, he’s standing there with a gun in my face. I never said a word about it, I swear.”