25-year-old Lyra loves to dance and hang out with her best friend, who is more like a sister. Lyra's world is turned upside down when she is taken hostage. Soon Lyra discovers she is drawn to one of the Russian men who took her and fights it, knowin...
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Shots ring through the room. I don't get the chance to blink before Viktor is pulling me out of the room firing shots. We stop In a doorway and shoot. I only hit legs knocking people to the ground. More guards run into the hallway shooting at us. Bullets whiz past me in a blur, just barely missing me when I pull back in the doorway.
" We need to get the fuck out of here," I yell. Viktor aims his gun again, knocking more people to the ground. The hallway fills with blood and grunts." Your dead, you hear me, Lyra. D.E. A .D!" My father spells out in anger limping into the hall.
"Fuck you, asshole!" I yell back. His evil laugh fills the hall — more shots ring. Viktors gun gets hit, flying out of his hand. "Shit," he growls out. I pull back into the hallway and fire again before quickly come back.
Damn it. I'm so stupid. I didn't think this through how the fuck are we getting out of here alive. A tear spills from my eye, falling down my face. More shots ring through the air. Viktor wipes my tear and looks me in the eyes. "None of that right now, what's done is done let's get through this mess, preferably alive" he chuckles.
I nod my head and take a deep breath. Someone pulls me into the hall away from Viktor in surprise. Viktor pulls him off me, and I turn to shoot his foot. Viktor releases him, his body dropping to the ground.
"Fucking bitch," he yells. Viktor grabs his firearm and yanks me; we take off into a dash. Shots ring behind us — my father's men on our tail. I turned running backward with Viktor pulling me by one of my arms and shot whoever comes into view with the other.
Just as we make it out the door, my arm is shot. I scream bloody murder."Fuck, fuck" Viktor lets out a string of curse words. My arm feels like fire is consuming it. I bite my lip trough pain and continue to run with Viktor for dear life. Viktor shoots the guard at the gate then pushes the button to open it.
We jump into the closet car and speed out of there. The black jeep speeds down the road. Soon we hear squealing tires of other vehicles chasing behind us. Adrenalin pumps through my veins, now turning my wound into a dull throb. It's so hard for me not panic right now. This scene is all too familiar.
Viktor knuckles turn white as grips the wheel into consideration. His dark hair disheveled from the fight and wind. We come up onto the highway, weaving in and out cars. Someone must be tipping off the police otherwise, where the hell are they when we need them.
Viktor goes off the highway at the last moment and jerks the car to right down some dirt road. After a while, he takes another right and then left. "Do you know where you're going, or?" I question curious. Other than finding a car to steal from one of these farmers, no, I don't. We will drive until we can find a stop and make a plan. "Why are we stealing a car?" I ask him, not sure if I'm okay with this.
He takes his eyes off the road for the first time and looks at me. His eyes making my worries slowly fade. "They might have trackers on the jeep. I don't want to change it.
