Chapter 48
Kay
"Stay. Out. Of. This," the man Victor seethes, standing up too.
Armed men in black start to come out of nowhere and surround us. They are in the same attire as the ones who attacked me last time.
I see the guy I came with approaching, and I discreetly shake my head at him not to come closer.
He should be calling for backup and not walking into trouble.
The Russian has more men than the River, and we both know how merciless these beasts are.
I remain sitting, contemplating where I should start from.
His men silence everyone in the restaurant and have them all carelessly shoved into a corner.
Six of his men guard the poor customers while ten surround me. River has three men with him, making this situation hopeless.
Where is Rico?
All the doors are locked and the lights are dimmed.
He planned this so well. He certainly knew I would be here.
Maybe it's a setup.
Honestly, I don't think I'm gonna survive.
I need to think about how I'll get out of this situation. I have so many reasons to live for, and there is no way I am giving that up.
"Like I was saying, princess, Carlos killed my son. Even though the boy was useless, he had my blood running in him. He looks at me like I am the enemy.
Can't he see I'm just an innocent girl on a stupid date?
"Your stupid boyfriend killed half of my men and burnt all of my shit," the man yells in my face, and I can't help but smirk.
Carl did all that? I am so fucking proud of him.
"You think this is funny?" he grits, pointing his gun at me.
"Don't you dare, Victor," River advances at the enraged man, but the Russians hold him back.
River's men intervene, but they are instantly shot.
I quickly stand up and shoot three of his men unexpectedly, catching them off guard.
Before I can do anything else, Victor grabs me and snatches the gun from my hands and tosses it away.
Fuck, he's so damn strong.
"You think you are so brave, right?" he angrily growls, backhanding me so hard that I go flying on the floor.
That hurt so bad.
I hold my painful cheek and spit out blood from the fractured lip.
Everything is moving in circles, and I blink severally times before I can feel my head again.
I lazily look up at the fucked up man who is proudly laughing, for hitting a woman.
I have to hold on, I can't give up just yet.
"Look at you. I wonder how happy Carl will feel when I send him your pretty little head," the fucker says, crouching to my level and tightly squeezing my chin.
He is too busy mocking me that he doesn't see me taking out my dagger. I am not letting him hurt me like they did; I promised myself that.
I can't go back to that dark place again.
With that determination, I plant the dagger in his stomach as deep as it goes.
The Russian wails in shock. He's about to hit me with the gun, but a hand grabs him before I can feel the impact.
" You have done enough," River says, punching him, and I take that chance to pick my gun from the floor and start shooting at his men.
That catches his attention, and he aims his gun at me, but River tackles him again.
The men who were surrounding us are all down. It's like they were ordered not to touch me. I guess Victor wants to be the one to end me.
I wonder where the guy I came with went. The backup should be here by now.
Victor rolls River on his back and forcefully hits his head with the back of the gun, and I watch as River's body becomes motionless on the floor.
I hope he's not dead.
I am out of bullets, so I grab two daggers, and the man laughs, looking at them.
This fucker is damn strong, I will give him that.
"You think those can end me?" he laughs, approaching me, and I take a quick step back.
I'm not dying, I keep chanting in my head as I hope for a miracle.
Three of the other men join him, and they both aim their guns at me.
Well, with my daggers, I can only take down one man at a time, and the moment I throw one, they will surely release those bullets at me.
What should I do?
Think Kay. I am sure of one thing, though: I want to get out here alive.
"So, like I was saying before being rudely interrupted," he laughs darkly, pointing at River, " I am here to settle a score, grab her guys." The men walk forward, and I hold my knives tightly, getting ready to attack.
Like I said, I am not going down easily.
They tuck their guns away, and I smile a little. Never underestimate your opponent.
Before they can touch me, I plant the knives in their necks, and they step away clutching their bleeding necks.
They won't survive.
My little act angers their boss, and he gives me another fucking hit, and I find myself on the floor again.
I'm sure I am going to have terrible headaches since I just recovered from the accident, which was caused by him, too.
However, the closed doors burst open, followed by the sounds of bullets and screams from the caged people, making me sigh in relief.
"Shit," the Russian curses, contemplating whether to run or finish what he had started.
He doesn't get the chance to decide because a bullet hits his shoulder, and he quickly dashes through the back door clutching at his bleeding arm.
Whoever came to my rescue should be blessed.
My head keeps moving in circles, but I am not willing to give up just yet.
I'm feeling dizzy, but I remember to keep my eyes open. I take deep breaths to calm myself down until I smell his cologne.
He crouches beside me and circles his arms around me tightly, before finally picking me up from the ground.
Carl sits me on one of the tables and gently traces his fingers on my sour cheeks.
I open my eyes to meet his brown ones that I haven't seen in two weeks.
They hold anger, regret, and pain.
They make me emotional, and I can't afford to cry in front of his men, but the urge is too strong.
"I'm sorry," he mumbles, positioning my head in the crook of his neck.
It's like he saw it in my eyes.
The need to cry.
I throw my hands around his neck and do just that, cry.