Haunting-Adeline

that pisses him off more.
I sigh. With his current state of mind, he’s useless to me. Just gonna have
to kidnap his ass and wait ll he comes down from his high.
A quick sweep of my eyes proves that I have about two seconds before
the rest of the men start shoo ng, regardless of what comes out of my
mouth.
Two seconds—that’s all it takes to s ck my hand in my hoodie pocket
and fire off a shot through the material, downing one of the men to my
le .
The surprise of that move gives me a small window of me to upend the
table and roll behind it.
Glass sha ers from the ashtrays, and a gun falls off the table and
discharges, elici ng shocked screams from the girls.
Fuck. If that bullet ricochets and lands within an inch of those girls, I’m
going to let them stab me for sure.
No cries of pain follow, so I blow out a deep breath. Relieved, but no less
pissed at myself.
Like clockwork, a stream of bullets impales the thick, wooden table.
Lucky for me, most don’t make it through.
It’s too dangerous for me to return fire. I won’t be able to peek my pinky
toe out without it ge ng shot off, and I refuse to endanger these girls even
more and fire blindly. I don’t take shots unless I’m posi ve they’ll hit true.
The only thing I can do is wait.
It doesn’t take long for them to empty their clips.
I hear the rustling of clothing and mu ered curses as they scramble to
reload.
It takes even less me for me to shoot the remaining four dead, sans
Fernando. I’m going to save him for later.
The bullets rip through their brains in such quick succession that their
bodies drop at the same me.
“You see that?” I ask aloud, already knowing Jay is watching through the
cameras.
“Fuck, it only took you eight minutes,” Jay groans through my earpiece.
“Five hundred bucks, fucker,” is my smug answer. A string of curses
leaves his mouth, but I tune him out.