Page 114 of The Silencer
“I’m totally fine with that. I’ve been so very bad. Very, very bad. I’ll probably need several spankings.”
Anthony runs his hand through my hair and our eyes meet just as the first gunshot rings out.
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TATUM
Anthony roughly pushes me down onto his lap, hovering over me as the impact of the second bullet hits the window. Of course the car is armored and the bullet just leaves a spiderweb on the glass, but still, the shock of it has my heart rate increasing. All the blood pools in my ears and I feel dizzy from it.
“Shit, who the fuck is that?” Anthony bites out, but of course Teddy doesn’t answer. “Can you see?”
Another bullet hits the glass and then another.
Thud. Thud.
I’m shaking in Anthony’s lap when I see him pull his gun out, holding it in his free hand.
“Get me closer,” he barks, and Teddy swerves just as another round of bullets flies into the side of the car. Oh my god. How much more can this car take? I don’t know. I don’t fucking know.
This is all my fault, I think, but when I hear Anthony grunt that it’s not and to calm down, I realize that I’m screaming it.
I really shouldn’t have had those drinks.
My stomach roils and I clutch Anthony’s thighs as he rolls his window down slightly and unloads an entire clip. I can hear the rev of motorcycles outside just as Teddy does the same, somehow managing to continue to steer the vehicle and stay on the road while I just shut my eyes and lie there, useless.
“I fucking knew it,” Anthony grunts. “It’s them.”
I don’t look, but I know it’s the Fallen Aces.
This is all my fault. All my fault.
Tears slip from my eyes, and I find myself clutching to Anthony tighter, holding him close. I should have never left the property, should have never listened to Luca. Fuck. I’m never leaving the house again.
Anthony’s phone rings and he stabs at it, putting it on speaker as tires squeal and another barrage of shots rings out. This time from the other side. How many bullets do these people have? Oh god, they’re going to kill us. There are only three of us and far more of them from the sounds of it.
“Boss?” I hear a voice from the phone. It’s Viktor and he sounds distressed. “There’s a fire. At the club. Fuck!”
“How?” Anthony asks.
“I don’t know. It was in the back. I’m…shit. Luca!”
The line goes dead and more shots ring out. I can’t cope. I can’t handle it. My hands move up to my ears and I press down on them roughly. My entire body sways with the movement of the car, the smell of smoke. More gunshots, the shattering of metal and glass.
A grunt and a swerve of the car before automatic gunshots ring out. Anthony, leaning out the car window, unloading into the car next to him. I’m unbuckled and lying on the ground now, the seatbelt forgotten, curled up in a ball, trying to make myself so small.
My fault.
My fault.
Everyone is going to die because of me.
Because I was stupid enough to go to that little bar on the outskirts of town and get my ass kicked for flirting.
Stupid. So stupid.
The nightmare doesn’t end until the car finally stops and I’m pulled out and rushed inside.
“Get the doc!” Anthony shouts and people come bustling out, Agatha first, gasping when she sees Teddy. Her hair is a mess and she’s wearing a nightgown, but still, she rallies. She hustles to the kitchen and grabs a hand towel.