Total pages in book: 247
Estimated words: 248926 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1245(@200wpm)___ 996(@250wpm)___ 830(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 248926 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1245(@200wpm)___ 996(@250wpm)___ 830(@300wpm)
Hmmm. You must really like her.
I winked at him. “Take off the mask.”
He sat as still as a statue.
Another explosion sounded. This one rattled the ground and grabbed all of our attention. Then, high-pitched screams shattered the air.
“Forget the mask.” Now wielding the Clown’s shotgun, Boris jogged that way. “We should check that out.”
“Shit!” I raced off after Boris. My heart hammered in my chest. “We have to make sure Maxwell is okay.”
Giorgio rushed to my side. “And keep yourself safe also.”
It took some time to get around the building. Once we did, the view was insane.
In front of the restaurant was a chaotic war.
Masses of people fled the area in every direction—parents with their kids, couples running and screaming, even stray dogs whimpered and rushed away.
Holy shit.
We slowed down and took it all in.
Several helicopters circled Ufuoma’s and Fara’s yachts. Brotherhood hung out the helicopters’ sides, shooting at the Black Axe soldiers on the yachts that were holding AK-47s.
I knew King David must have been on one of the firing helicopters.
Be careful, David.
The helicopters might as well have been war fighter planes. Bullets twisted down through the air, smashing into both yachts. Some pelted the water. Other bullets hit the hulls, shattering glass and splintering wood.
“Oh.” Giorgio turned and gave me a sad smile. “I forgot to tell King David that you were not dead.”
“What?”
“He was upset that Black Axe shot down the restaurant.” Giorgio turned his attention back to the madness. “So, he went a bit. . .crazy and said something about killing everybody.”
I touched my head with the side of my gun. “Excuse me?”
“To be fair, I did not care about anyone at the time either. At the thought of your being dead. . .I was a bit. . .upset myself.”
No. . .this is because of me? Please, don’t say that.
On one side, a man kneeled over a woman whose face was blown off, and screamed at the top of his lungs as he stared at her bloody red remains.
Across from us, a tall man had been knocked down and trampled by a crowd of people trying to escape the carnage. He lay on the ground, squirming and convulsing in a pool of blood and urine.
No.
“Blue!” Boris pointed forward. “Look!”
The side of one helicopter burst into flames as one of its rotors broke into a hundred pieces, shattering in a hail of spinning metal blades.
Oh my God!
The helicopter careened out of control. Its engine howled. Then, it crashed into the deck of one of the yachts and exploded.
Sparks rained down on Black Axe soldiers. Clouds of dark black smoke shot through the air.
The yacht violently rocked. Flames burst in that section.
My heart boomed in my ears. The stench of burnt flesh filled my nose. Bile rose in my throat.
Some Black Axe soldiers scrambled to the other side of the yacht and sprayed the other helicopters in the air with bullets. Others lost their balance and fell into the ocean. Sections of the yacht were on fire. Wood and metal sailed through the air, leaving trails of soot.
Meanwhile, the French remained on the ground, blasting tracer rounds toward the yachts.
The water around the yachts was tinted with blood. Dead bodies floated in the water. The railings of the yacht looked like they had been painted with blood too.
I stared at the destruction, and a feeling of doom settled over me.
“What. . .the hell do we do?” Hysteria burned through my veins, pumping my body up with adrenaline.
Giorgio took in everything. “Perhaps, the mission is still on.”
Boris muttered, “Maxwell.”
“Yes.” I scanned the space. “Where is Maxwell?”
“Uh. No. No.” Boris slowly shook his head and pointed. “I think I see him.”
I looked in that direction. “Oh. Come on Maxwell! Are you suicidal today?”
Currently, the idiot chased Ufuoma right onto the biggest yacht that was currently being fired on by Brotherhood and the French. Flames and smoke covered the hull.
“Shit!” I raced toward the yacht, making sure to dodge the direction of bullets. “We’ve got to help him.”
Giorgio and Boris called after me, “Blue, wait!”
My legs burned. “Hurry!”
I will not return to Emily without Maxwell.
Chapter 47
Yacht Rock
Blue
I didn’t know how we got aboard the yacht without getting shot by either Black Axe soldiers or one of our own people.
Perhaps, David or the Brotherhood saw us and halted the attack. I figured that because once we got close, lots of the firing toward the yacht ceased.
Still, chaos ensued around us.
We crept on the side of the massive yacht, staying away from the bloodied, enflamed railing and stepping over dead bodies.
Boris rushed ahead. “I think I saw Maxwell go into that door on the side.”
The yacht rocked under my feet.
I stumbled backward and slipped on blood.
Giorgio caught me. “I have you, my love.”
A rush of heat flushed through my body.
I cleared my throat and left his arms. “Thanks.”