one of the Escalades. Boris produced the paperwork and the pen. The back-door deal to acquire another company was almost complete.
A reflection caught the corner of my eye. I looked to the right and saw light reflecting off a small circle off into the woods. That could only be one thing.
“Everyone down!” I yelled. My brothers dropped to the floor as I pulled out my gun. A sniper shot echoed through the air, the bullet burrowing into the dirt in front of me. I pointed my gun at one of the Russian goons and fired two shots off, hitting him square in the face and neck—blood sprayed in an arc, covering the Escalade behind him.
Another Russian started firing at John with his assault rifle. John rolled out of the way and fired back with his pistol, hitting the goon in the stomach.
I ran to a fallen tree for cover just as the second sniper shot went off, narrowly missing my leg.
Hudson pulled a sawed-off shotgun from behind his back and blew away the third Russian, sending him flying into the barn.
I aimed my gun at Boris but not before he took out a giant knife and sliced Charlie's neck right in front of me. I walked out from behind the tree, screaming Charlie's name. I unloaded my entire clip into Boris, tearing his body apart.
A rifle shot went off behind me and I swung around to see Bryce behind his car—two shots and the sniper was dead.
I walked over to Charlie and fell to my knees. He was already dead. Tears filled my eyes.
“We need to get the bloody hell out of here,” Bryce howled. Hudson yanked my arm until I was back on my feet. I snapped back to reality and ran to my car. Pearl cowered behind my Aston Martin, shivering.
“Are you okay, love?” I asked. I bent over and checked her for any wounds. There was no blood that I could see.
She nodded and stood up.
“We need to go. Everything is going to be all right.”
Chapter Nine
Pearl
A prince?
A prince of what?
I heard Alexander yell and then a loud crack rang through the air. I ducked behind the car, peeking out through the window. Alexander's brothers were on the ground, firing their weapons and killing the Russians. I'd never seen so much gore in my life.
I watched from afar as Charlie's neck was opened up and blood stained his white shirt. The alcohol and lunch from earlier almost came back up. Alexander fired countless rounds in a blind rage until the last Russian was killed.
I sat down in the dirt and hugged my knees. I couldn't believe what I just saw.
Alexander rushed over and bent down touching me all over. He seemed so far away.
“Everything is going to be all right.”
His words brought me back to life. I stood up and got into the Aston Martin. We rode out of there and I placed my hand in Alexander's. I felt safe now.
We drove back to the main road and a black Escalade came out of nowhere, swerving and skidding to catch up with us.
Shots fired into the air, zipping right by me. I ducked down, burying my head between my legs. My chest pounded and the blood in my veins blazed. Alexander switched gears and sped up. But we could only go so fast around the corners.
Alexander pulled out his pistol and returned fire out the driver-side window. His gun let out a bang close to my head.
I looked back to see Hudson on a motorcycle. He pulled out his shotgun and cocked it. Hudson nodded to us and slowed down, confronting the Escalade. We rounded a bend and lost sight of Hudson. Alexander, John, Bryce, and I were the only ones left now.
“What about, Hudson?” I screamed to Alexander.
“He can take care of himself,” Alexander replied.
We made it back to civilization and I finally eased my grip on Alexander. We came to an intersection and stopped. Without saying a word, John and Bryce went their separate ways.
“Where are they going?” I asked.
“We need to split up. At least until things cool down.”
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