Reaching For The Trigger

Chapter Ten

Gia dropped the knife and let out a painful moan. I pushed her off of me and sat up. I looked at my arm and saw a huge cut on it so I grabbed a napkin of the table and put pressure on it.

"Baby you okay?", Quincy asked, worried as he approached me.

"Yes thanks so much", I said."Are you okay?"

"Yes I'm fine I'm a little sore but its nothing.", he said then he touched his busted lip.

"Can we got out of here?", I asked.

"Yes", he said.

We got off the yacht, ran back to the limo,and jumped into the limo."DRIVE DRIVE", Quincy yelled at the driver.

The driver sped off.

"Are we safe now?", I asked.

"Not even close", he said.

"What?", I asked, scared. Its like once I felt like we were in a good place, some more shit comes up.

"There people following us", he said as he looked out the back window.

"Right now?", I asked.

"YES RIGHT NOW, DAMN IT", he yelled at me.

I slumped down in the seat trying to keep calm. I couldn't believe Quincy had yelled at me."Get on the floor.", Quincy said.

I got on the floor and watched Quincy pull another huge machine gun from under the seat."Oh god", I whispered to myself.

Quincy rolled down the window and begin shooting at the cars that were following. I covered my ears from all the sounds of gunshots and things exploding. A gunshot went through the back window and glass went flying everywhere.

The driver sped up and started switching lanes. I screamed in pain as I rolled around on the glass."Hold on baby", Quincy said.

More gunshots flew through the windows causing more glass to fly. The driver made a sharp turn and Quincy's gun fell out of the window."DAMN LEARN HOW TO DRIVE", Quincy yelled at the driver. Then jumped on top me of trying to protect me from all the flying glass and gunshots.

"MAKE IT STOP", I yelled.

"Just hold on", Quincy said then he looked under the seat and pulled out a pistol."Damn I need a new gun provider", he said. He leaned out the window and begin shooting again. I got up and laid on the seat. "I told you to stay on the floor", Quincy said.

"Its hurts", I said,"I'm getting cut up from all that glass."

"GET IN THE FRONT", Quincy yelled.

I begin to crawl up to the front when I heard Quincy scream. I turned around and saw him lying on the floor."QUINCY", I yelled.

"I'm shot", he said.

"TAKE US TO THE HOSPITAL", I yelled at the driver.

"No, they will call the police", he said, taking deep breaths."Tell him to go to the loft."

"Take us to the loft", I told the driver.

I laid Quincy's head on my thigh. I began crying when I had flashbacks about that little boy."Quincy you need a doctor", I said.

"I have a personal doctor ill call him when we get to the loft", he said slowly..

" don't talk", I told him. Then I ripped off part of my dress and put pressure on his wound.