Page 60 of Devil
Closing the door behind me, I see the jeep come to a stop in front of the house, the lights disappearing from the window. Anxiety seeps into my bones, a plan still not yet clear. My gaze lands on the nightstand and I make my way over to it, pulling open the drawer. To my surprise, there’s a nine-millimeter laying inside.
Fucking, Colt.
Always a step ahead.
I take the gun, popping in the magazine.
Sixteen bullets.
Sixteen opportunities to save my ass when they come through the front door.
My head is pounding again, moving around proving too much for my fucking skull. Trying to ignore the pain, I rush into the closet, sliding on a pair of leggings since I’m only wearing one of his t-shirts.
It’s not ladylike to fight with your pussy on display.
Leaving the closet, I quietly make my way through the house, reaching the front door and looking through the peephole.
Max and Lacey are climbing the steps, guns in hand, smiling like they’ve already won.
Cunts.
He knocks on the door, setting off an incessant beeping noise from the security system. Glancing at the keypad, multiple lights blink in unison, no doubt alerting Colt.
“Nova!” I take a few steps back, preparing myself for him to kick the door in. “I know you’re here. All alone.” He taunts and I grit my teeth.
He bangs on the door again, the sound going straight to my head. Anger overshadows the pain. These motherfuckers think they can come to our home and end my life? On their terms? They’re about to find out I’ve dealt with worse than the likes of them.
“Nova, please. We only want to talk.” Lacey chimes in and I roll my eyes, deciding to shoot her in the pussy as soon as I get the chance.
“Fuck you, traitorous bitch!” I yell, immediately regretting it. My head throbs, but I block it out again, refusing to give them the upper hand.
Shots ring out, the door vibrating from the spray of gunfire. I move back until I’m in the kitchen, bullets coming through the door at the jam, lodging into the floor. Seeking cover behind the kitchen island, the front door bursts open, Max and Lacey both peeking inside before rushing in.
“Where’s your Devil now?” Max shouts and I aim my gun at Lacey.
My vision is fuzzy, and I can’t seem to focus. It feels like my head is being smashed into a wall over and over. Blinking rapidly, I try to clear my eyes. As I find my target, a loud rumblefrom outside catches my attention. Relief like I’ve never felt floods my chest.
My calvary has arrived.
Sneaking a peek around the corner, Max and Lacey take off running down the hall and I gasp. Colt barrels up the driveway, no sign of stopping.
He’s going to drive into the fucking house!
The beast of a truck speeds towards the cabin, skidding sideways, slamming into the porch before coming to a stop. I waste no time getting to my feet and running as fast as I can, hoping I don’t catch a bullet in the back.
Colt appears in the doorway, gun drawn, his eyes darting around looking for the assholes trying to kill us. Before I can reach him, he lunges forward, picking me up and running to the driver’s side. He tosses me in the truck, and I move quickly for him to jump inside.
He spins out in the yard, speeding down the driveway, neither of us speaking a word until we’re on the main road.
“Are you hurt?”
I shake my head. “Nothing new anyways.”
He reaches over, gripping my wrist, pulling me closer. “You’re okay.” He murmurs more to himself.
I kiss his cheek. “I’m okay.”
He glances in the rear-view mirror, lights appearing, a vehicle gaining on us. “It’s them.”