choked, staring wide-eyed out the window.
Grigori flipped a panel down from the ceiling just as gunfire exploded at us.
Ember jerked as a hail of bullets hit the limo.
Grigori murmured under his breath, “Code. Code. What the fuck is the code?” His fingers hovered in front of a clear glass piece with numbers on it.
I was staring, shocked, out the front window as bullets hit the limo, nothing piercing its armor, thank fuck.
“Move,” Daniil ordered harshly and moved Grigori to the side.
Daniil typed in the code. The clear screen lit green.
Grigori shook his head, still staring at the screen. “Papa, you are one sick bastard.”
“I know,” Daniil growled. He pressed in another set of numbers.
The screen turned red.
“What do you want me to do?” the driver called back, sounding too damn calm for the situation.
“Speed the fuck up and keep going,” Grigori shouted.
Something under my ass clicked. Ember and I stilled, staring down at the seat under us.
“Get up,” Grigori ordered over the racketing gunshots. We moved, and he lunged at the seat, pulling the connected bottom cushions forward, and then up.
Daniil ordered the driver, “You’re clear to fire on them.”
The driver hit buttons on his own panels, our car jerking hard. Three SUVs exploded from the blockade, and a machine gun lifted from a hidden compartment in the limo’s hood, rapidly firing in an arching motion in front of us. I fell into Daniil’s arms as my body started to tremble, and Grigori bent over and started pulling out an arsenal from the hidden compartment under the seat, tossing weapons at everyone as we crouched on the floor. He pulled two large duffels from its depths before slamming the seat back into place.
I glanced down at the weapons I had been given, one lone knife to hold between my bandaged hands, and actually felt a little jealous seeing that Ember had been given a—very illegal—machine gun. Grigori threw himself back into his seat while Ember and Roman started digging through the duffels. Daniil held my body close against him, crawling us back to our seat in preparation for us ramming through the SUVs that were on fire, not fifty yards away.
And then we both saw it through the back window.
I blinked.
Daniil shouted, “Incoming!”
Everyone’s gazes darted where we were staring before they all exploded into action.
A fucking missile blasted from the gunship that flew right over the road behind us.
The driver yanked the wheel hard to the right.
Daniil slammed us down onto the floor.
Grigori grabbed Ember and Eva, throwing their bodies down right next to us.
Roman and Artur threw themselves on top of Grigori.
The car rocked hard from the driver’s actions, just as the missile made contact from somewhere behind us on the right. My ears rang from the loudest explosion I had ever heard, and the limo shot through the air, tilting up on its front left side. I went airborne, Daniil’s body wrapped around me as we tumbled through the limo, smacking into everyone else, the hood, the seats, the driver at one point, as the limo tumbled over and over again. The limo held together, but the pressure of the blast tossed us like a toy car.
There was no point trying to figure out everything that hurt on my body as the limo stopped rolling. My whole fucking body hurt. I groaned, tugging my hand out from under Daniil as he shook his dark head against my shoulder. I managed to grab a handful of his hair, yanking his head back so I could look him in the eye, asking, “You all right?”
His cheek was bleeding, but otherwise, his face appeared fine. “I’m fine. You?” His hands started roving over me, yanking his head out of my grasp. “Is anything broken? Are you bleeding?” He stared at my stomach.
“No.” I slapped his hands away, sitting up…on the roof of the limo. The couches were above us. The limo had landed upside down. Artur’s body was lying cock-eyed over my legs, and I poked him hard.
Grigori flipped a panel down from the ceiling just as gunfire exploded at us.
Ember jerked as a hail of bullets hit the limo.
Grigori murmured under his breath, “Code. Code. What the fuck is the code?” His fingers hovered in front of a clear glass piece with numbers on it.
I was staring, shocked, out the front window as bullets hit the limo, nothing piercing its armor, thank fuck.
“Move,” Daniil ordered harshly and moved Grigori to the side.
Daniil typed in the code. The clear screen lit green.
Grigori shook his head, still staring at the screen. “Papa, you are one sick bastard.”
“I know,” Daniil growled. He pressed in another set of numbers.
The screen turned red.
“What do you want me to do?” the driver called back, sounding too damn calm for the situation.
“Speed the fuck up and keep going,” Grigori shouted.
Something under my ass clicked. Ember and I stilled, staring down at the seat under us.
“Get up,” Grigori ordered over the racketing gunshots. We moved, and he lunged at the seat, pulling the connected bottom cushions forward, and then up.
Daniil ordered the driver, “You’re clear to fire on them.”
The driver hit buttons on his own panels, our car jerking hard. Three SUVs exploded from the blockade, and a machine gun lifted from a hidden compartment in the limo’s hood, rapidly firing in an arching motion in front of us. I fell into Daniil’s arms as my body started to tremble, and Grigori bent over and started pulling out an arsenal from the hidden compartment under the seat, tossing weapons at everyone as we crouched on the floor. He pulled two large duffels from its depths before slamming the seat back into place.
I glanced down at the weapons I had been given, one lone knife to hold between my bandaged hands, and actually felt a little jealous seeing that Ember had been given a—very illegal—machine gun. Grigori threw himself back into his seat while Ember and Roman started digging through the duffels. Daniil held my body close against him, crawling us back to our seat in preparation for us ramming through the SUVs that were on fire, not fifty yards away.
And then we both saw it through the back window.
I blinked.
Daniil shouted, “Incoming!”
Everyone’s gazes darted where we were staring before they all exploded into action.
A fucking missile blasted from the gunship that flew right over the road behind us.
The driver yanked the wheel hard to the right.
Daniil slammed us down onto the floor.
Grigori grabbed Ember and Eva, throwing their bodies down right next to us.
Roman and Artur threw themselves on top of Grigori.
The car rocked hard from the driver’s actions, just as the missile made contact from somewhere behind us on the right. My ears rang from the loudest explosion I had ever heard, and the limo shot through the air, tilting up on its front left side. I went airborne, Daniil’s body wrapped around me as we tumbled through the limo, smacking into everyone else, the hood, the seats, the driver at one point, as the limo tumbled over and over again. The limo held together, but the pressure of the blast tossed us like a toy car.
There was no point trying to figure out everything that hurt on my body as the limo stopped rolling. My whole fucking body hurt. I groaned, tugging my hand out from under Daniil as he shook his dark head against my shoulder. I managed to grab a handful of his hair, yanking his head back so I could look him in the eye, asking, “You all right?”
His cheek was bleeding, but otherwise, his face appeared fine. “I’m fine. You?” His hands started roving over me, yanking his head out of my grasp. “Is anything broken? Are you bleeding?” He stared at my stomach.
“No.” I slapped his hands away, sitting up…on the roof of the limo. The couches were above us. The limo had landed upside down. Artur’s body was lying cock-eyed over my legs, and I poked him hard.
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