Chapter 8

I can only hear gunshots and the heavy thumps of corpses hitting the ground around me. Both my brain and my stomach are throbbing with excruciating pain. I'm curled up like a foetus, anxiously trying to protect my body from the flurry of bullets flying by. The bullets seem to go forever before stopping. I pull my head free of my arms and sneak a peek. My nose is assaulted by a familiar intoxicating scent, I don't need to look up to know who's standing in front of me. I sit up ignoring the protest of my body oozing with pain. Roman eyes me intently, his gaze sweeping over my body. He extends a hand, I immediately grab on to it and he hoists me up gently. He struts over to his car. Roman's made men gather my pursuers' bodies and toss them in cars.

They'll all dead. A honk startles me out of my thoughts. Roman catches my attention.

"Aren't you going to get in the car?"

I make my way to the car and step in immediately feeling the warmth of the heater. I sink into his plush leather seats