And She Was Caught (Completed)

Chapter 7

CHAPTER SEVEN

"Duck!" Jack roared and the phone fell from my hand when I whirled in surprise. My eyes were surely wide as I stared at him in shock, the urgency in his tone and his voice made my heart stop. Everything was too sudden. One second, Jack was running towards me then the next, bullets rained on my living room, destroying everything.

My heart started beating again but it did so painfully against my chest. The gunning to my living room didn't stop.

"Get down on your knees!" Jack jumped me out of my shock state and I fell on my knees at the same time the kitchen was showered with bullets like what happened in my living room. I was on my stomach, wide eyed and with mouth agape. I couldn't scream.

He crawled towards me, and I noticed the gun on his left hand. He crawled over me and covered my body with his, pinning me down completely on the floor as the gunning continued.

Axl.

Oh my God, I couldn't see Axl! I tried to get out of Jack's body which was caving me in.

"Stay still for a second, will you?" He grunted and my blood turned cold.

"Are you hurt anywhere?" I asked in horror.

"No." He bit out as they continued to destroy my house with bullets.

I expelled a sigh of relief but the anxiety gripped me again as soon as it left. "Axl, my cat. I need to get him."

The gunshots stopped and Jack knifed himself away from me. I was still rising on my knees when he took my hand and pulled me towards the door. "Didn't you hear me? I need to get my cat!" I shouted and he looked down on me with impatience.

"He's all that I have!" I shouted again as a defense on his irritated look. He whistled, curling his tongue and pursing his lips. It pierced the momentary silence and not seconds longer Axl came bounding to me.

"Oh my God baby!" I exclaimed and quickly took my cat, hugging his fluffy body.

"C'mon!" He said and started dragging me again. I allowed him to, not thinking yet about the bastard who ruined my house.

We were just out of the back door when I heard people breaking down my door and started shouting about finding her.

OmyGod. OmyGod. OmyGod.

Jack's hand tightened around mine and I focused my attention into not tripping on my feet. I glanced around and saw that there were three huge cars in front of my lawn and the men must have already entered my house.

Well except for the three more who saw us and started running. Jack and I started running too. They pulled their guns out of their back and damn they started shooting at us.

"Bastards!" I screamed but Jack only ran faster so I had to keep up with him. There were four things that my mind was able to assess from the predicament.

First, I was pretty sure that those men were sent there by Motreal and Alex knew it. What I didn't know what was the reason why he called to let me know. What's up with that? He was so full of contradictions.

Motreal pretty much wanted me either dead or alive.

Second, I have trained to fight and not be a wimp. How could I just stare at Jack in shock while bullets rained down on me? What the hell was wrong with me? Damn it! My instructors would be ashamed of me. So I need to man up, or woman up and stop being a pain in the ass to Jack who was still running like hell was hot on our heels. Or in our case, that could be somewhat true.