Page 77 of London Has Fallen
The entrance of the cave is right there, I could make it if I kept low. Fuck it, I fire two more shots before I dart inside as the gun fight wages on behind me. Being back at the cove feels strange, every time I have come here before it’s always been with the dream to overthrow Costa and take over the Godfathers Of The Night to free me and my brothers from his reign but now, I just see it as a curse. I keep flush along the rock wall. As I round the corner, a guard stands there with his back to me. I quietly pull my blade from its sheath and dart forward, covering his mouth with one hand and slicing his throat with the other.
I gently lay his lifeless body to the ground, careful not to make a sound. I creep forward and make sure to keep my head on a swivel, watching my own back. As I round the next corner a shot whizzes past my head and I jerk back, quickly switching out my blade for my Glock. I drop to my knees and wait for a break in the firing then lean around the corner and fire three shots taking down the two men. I take a step forward and another fucking shot rings out, I return fire but miss both fucking shots.
“Give up now, son of Costa, you are surrounded, you won’t win,” one of the cocksuckers calls out. I recognize his voice as one of Costa’s closest guards, he’s the one who broke my fucking ribs.
“That’s not what your mother said last night while I was fucking her brains out.” I stifle my laughter when he begins to hurl insults and curse words at me in Greek. “You sound like your mother,” I call out before darting forward and firing two shots. They land in his chest and the look of utter shock on his face is priceless. “Lesson one, motherfucker, never let your emotions distract you.” I step over him, making sure to take it slow, they would have heard all of those shots and know I’m coming. I chance a glance around the corner where the entrance to the grotto is and managed to spot a shit load of guards before they began firing. I drop low and cover my head using the rock wall as a shield. When the firing finally stops I stand and wait.
“It’s over, Cronos, come out now and I will end your brothers quickly.” My nostrils flare at the sound of his fucking voice. The dumb fuck has no idea I’m still alive.
“How about you crawl back inside the cunt you popped out of before I kill you slowly.”
“You fucking pathetic fool.”
“Before I kill you, I’m going to send you to the underworld deaf, dumb and blind just like your ancestors.” I know he’s stalling and garnering time for his men to fan out and sneak up on me but there is no way I’m running away like a bitch, if I die here today then so be it. Taking a deep breath, I inch forward ready to go all Bruce Willis, yippee-ki-yay motherfuckers before I’m yanked backward. I stare into the pale blue eyes of Royal.
“Don’t be a fucking hero, wait for Chanel to get into position.” I look around him to see Chaos’s crew has now joined us.
“There is no back entrance into this place,” I grit out.
“There wasn’t but in four seconds there will be,” he says smugly. Before I can even answer, a loud booming sound comes from inside the grotto, the whole place begins to shake and specks of dust land on us from the ceiling.
“Kill them,” I hear someone yell from inside the grotto.
“Move!” Royal shouts. I fall in behind him with Bishop and Chaos on either side of me. Bishop leaps forward and yanks his son back by the hood of his jumper and then fires at the fucker hidden behind a stone pillar on Royal’s right.
Holy fuck, he just saved his son’s life!
I begin firing at all the guards, taking as many of them down as I can. Chanel and London are on the other side of the room taking care of the men over there. This place is huge, it’s like the size of a football field. I dart behind one of the Greek god statues, there’s twelve of them in the room, representing each of the gods. I hear the bullets pierce the stone statue, then dart around the other side and fire four shots, taking the motherfucker down. But as I attempt to move into the center of the room, I spy Costa on London’s side trying to escape out a side tunnel with two guards. My heart sinks when I spot London chasing after him. I don’t think as I rush forward shooting any fucker that comes into view. I spot Royal out of the corner of my eye.
“Royal, London!” He turns toward me and follows the path I’m clearing as he falls into step beside me as we cross the room firing shot after shot. I severely underestimated the number of soldiers Costa had in his employ. I cut in front of Royal and run down the tunnel, following the sound of gunshots.
“Come on you fat fuck, I’m right here.”
“I’m gonna fucking rip your cunt apart.” I growl low in my chest at his threat of touching her, I push my legs to move faster.
“Come get me then, you fucking cum stain,” she screams, then more gunshots are heard. We round the corner and my feet begin to skid out from under me. Royal snaps his arm out, grips my shirt and yanks me upright. We emerge into a secret room I didn’t even know existed. I spot the bodies of the two guards first but then I shift my gaze up and I die a thousand deaths at the sight of London on her knees, clutching her arm that is bleeding and Costa holding a gun to the back of her head.
“You pull that trigger and I promise you I won’t kill you, but I will promise you will wish I had.” The calmness in which Royal speaks is surprising but I can tell from how rigid he is that he is anything but calm. Costa presses the barrel into her head, she locks her gaze with mine for a second and it robs me of air—the resolute look in her eyes freezes my blood. She looks to her father next and the look she gives him will haunt me.
“Drop your guns now or I'll drop her.” I do as he says and drop my rifle and Glock, Royal does the same. “Kick them over to me.” We do as he says and raise our hands. “Now, before I kill your daughter, should I make you watch as she sucks my cock?”
“You fucking touch her and I’ll kill you!” I roar, Costa’s eyes widen.
“Artemis.”
“In the flesh, you motherfucker,” I grit out.
“Take me, let her go and take me. I'm worth more than her,” Royal pleads.
“Oh, but she is the heiress and the heart of your pathetic family.” London looks at me and the small smirk on her face stumps me until I discreetly follow her gaze to her thigh where she slowly pulls her blade out. I dart forward to distract Costa.
“You let her go and you can have me, I’ll fall into line.”
“I want you dead!” he roars.
“Then kill me! Kill me, not her. She is worth nothing, she’s just some bitch I was fucking.” I watch as she finally frees her blade, I just need him to point the gun at me so she can make her move. Royal can’t see she is armed from where he stands. I take two steps forward and continue my spiel. “She fell in love with me, we can use that shit, that’s what you wanted, right? You want the Murdoch’s and Memento Mori under your thumb, you can have that with her. She was prepared to move out of her dick of a father’s house just so I could fuck her.”
“I’m gonna kill you slowly, you little cunt,” Royal sneers, if there was a way for me to tell him or show him she is armed I would but I can’t. That’s when an idea strikes me.