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Redemption: AmBw Romantic Suspense

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“Shit. Okay.”

“I’m not even a minute away, coming through the back.”

“How are you getting through the guys?”

“How do you think?” I shut off the phone and put it in my back pocket.

Here we go.

I flipped the tail of my coat, pulled out the Glock, and aimed ahead. My left hand cradled my right forearm against the Glock’s heavy weight.

Soon as I entered the yard, I saw them.

Two big guys in dark blue khaki fatigues and boots. One held a gun behind him. I didn’t take time to figure out what the weapon was. I shot him in the back. The Glock flashed, roared, and kicked in my hand. One huge .44 slug shattered the wall next to him. I fired again. The other slug hit his back. He fell.

Fast the other jumped for cover behind Kevin’s shed and started shooting.

Damn it.

He had some sort of black machine pistol. The sound was deafening. Arcs of spent brass rained down on the ground.

Shit!

I swiveled left, cradled my forearm, aimed at his chest and fired.

He jumped to the right and went back to shooting.

I crashed to the ground, rolled away, and came close to getting a shot as I hid behind an old truck. My breaths quickened. My heart boomed. I’d argued with Kevin about him buying the stupid old truck last year. Told him that he’d never get it fixed and that the purchase was a waste of money. He’d never got the damn thing running. It rotted and rusted in his yard all this time. But currently, I would thank Kevin for buying the truck.

If I make it out of here, I’ll buy it myself.

If not for the truck, I would’ve been dead.

Wyatt’s voice filled the air. “Georgie! Lee! What’s going on back there?”

The man who had been shooting at me answered, “Kevin’s outside with a gun.”

So, they don’t know what’s going on? Good.

I put the Glock to the side, picked up the phone, and dialed Kevin.

“Yoshiro, are you okay?!”

“Get to the side window, climb out, and run to the Titty Palace. I’ll meet you there.”

“But—”

“I’ll keep them busy.”

“Hurry up.” I dropped the phone to the ground, picked up the Glock, and peeked around the truck.

Bullets zipped my way.

He’s good.

“Come on out, Kevin.” A deep voice roared. “We just have some questions. No one has to die tonight.”

I scanned the yard, looking for another place to hide, and shoot them.

I should’ve told Kevin to buy more old trucks.

Footsteps sounded. Wyatt’s voice came. “Where’s he at?”

I peeked, spotted the guy turn to Wyatt, aimed, and shot him in the head. His head exploded with blood. His body crashed to the ground.

Wyatt jumped back and hid on the side of the house.

Now, we’re equal. Come on, Wyatt. Come out.

I checked my watch. Barely a minute passed. I prayed Kevin had climbed his big ass out of the window by now. Wyatt had two choices. He could try to come for me, or he could run. If he chose to escape, then he might bump into Kevin.

I couldn’t have that.

I peeked around the truck and yelled, “Hey, Wyatt! Let’s talk, buddy.”

A shot came.

Okay. He chose to stay. Good choice. Maybe, I’ll kill you today.

Another shot came. It didn’t make sense from where Wyatt was hiding. I duck walked to the other side of the truck.

The man that I had shot in the back was now on his side and firing.

Wyatt must’ve noticed to. “Lee?”

“Yeah.” The man growled. “The basterd is behind the truck.”

“I got that. Are you okay?”

“Basterd shot me in my back.” The man fired my way again. “Fucking coward.”

Wyatt yelled. “I’m coming for you, Lee.”

Yeah. Go get him.

I crept to the front of the truck, right next to the headlights, squinted, and aimed.

Wyatt yelled, “Cover me!”

The man fired my way.

Shit.

Wyatt left the side of the house. He held a gun in his right hand. I pointed at his head and was about to aim, until he reached into his pocket with his left hand and came out with some kind of a grenade and tossed it at the truck.

Fuck!

I ran. So fast, my legs burned. My blood boiled on fire. So fast, I didn’t look back. I jumped over the neighbor’s fence and fell to the ground right as a loud bright explosion hit the truck. All the windows shattered. The ground rocked under my feet. Pebbles of glass blew everywhere. Black smoke rose in the yard. Car alarms in the area blared.

No time to look it all over, I rushed off the ground and sprinted to my truck. I had less than a minute, before Wyatt decided to come my way.

I made it to my truck, dropped the Glock on the passenger side’s floor, started the truck, and sped away. The police would come soon. I checked my pocket and cursed. I’d left my phone by the truck. Most likely it exploded from the grenade. Worst case scenario, Wyatt and his friends would find it. Shattered or not, they might be able to reconstruct the device. It only mattered on how important it was to find me.



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