Savage (A Blood Feud Novel)

Chapter Twelve

A full moon hovered over from within the dark blue sky. Carolyn had her head down, not realizing that two figures carrying shotguns stood in front of her.

She had tried driving, but she felt weak and drowsy.

She had reached for her phone several times to call a taxi or her husband Patrick, but she couldn't press the digits. It was as if she had been drugged. She realized this with a sinking thought.

Then she looked up and saw the two armed persons. Her eyes froze. Her mouth said something. A look of terror enveloped in her face.

James loosened his grip of the shotgun in his left hand and opened the door.

"Where's the money?" he demanded to refer to the stash of cash Rachel said was with the woman.

He was stunned when a bullet shot into the target's head blowing it open. Blood and flesh matter scattered on both sides of the car.

"What the fuck?" James cursed surprised.

He turned to Rachel who had a cold smile, said, "Fuck! What the hell did you do that for Rosie? This was supposed to be a robbery. We weren't supposed to kill someone."

It dawned on James, and he glared at her. He looked at the mess again and turned away before looking back at Rachel.

"Was there even cash with her?"

Rachel said, "You're a slow learner."

James was pissed and at the same time scared. He had heard the tales she told him and had suspected them to be little stories until now. She was a cold-hearted killer.

Rachel shot three more rounds into the car and James watched helplessly. The pellets shattered the windshield. Rachel quickly drew her weapon again and fired at the car's bumper.

"Let's get the fuck out of here!" Rachel shouted.

The roar of their shotgun blasts was sure to startle a few houses. They ran back to the car.

Rachel jammed on the breaks after the two got into their seats. Withinseconds the car was gone.