Black Combat Boots

Chapter Twenty-Four

I look at Zach.

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Zach.."

"Minty.."

"Please."

"I can not let you go, its too dangerous."

"I could be an asset."

"No. You are not getting hurt on my watch."

"Zach, I've been shot about three times in the span of, what, seven months? I can go to this shootout and help you guys stop Helen."

"But if you get hurt than I will never forgive myself for letting you go."

"Its not a choice for you to make!"

I turn and walk out of the living room. I go up to my bedroom.

Screw his opinion. Screw him. I am going to do whatever the heck I want. And I am going on this suicide mission.

I walk into my closet. I change into brown leggings, black tank-top, dark green button up shirt and tan riding boots. I braid my hair to the side. I grab my JS, then walk to my balcony. Then I remember to be armed. I run into Victor's office, I go to his desk and grab the gun from under it. Then I run back to my room.

I quietly walk out the balcony, then climb down. I run to the park, I climb into a tree. I sit and wait, waiting until the time comes for them to meet.

I see Helen and her gang walk in. I glare at her.

Then I see the other gang with Jeff, Sam and Zach. They look around without spotting Helen's gang. I know for a fact that there's a member in the tree next to mine.

I make a loud, realistic bird noise. All heads snap toward me, the member next to me fell out of the tree and to the ground. Our gang all pulled out guns, facing all directions.

Helen's game came out from their hiding spots, with guns.

The gang leaders talk, not coming to an agreement.

Helen is obviously getting pissed off. Suddenly, her gun is aimed toward my tree.

"Dylan, get down here!" she comands.

I cuss under my breath, then swiftly jump down the tree. Rolling before I hit the ground.

"Helen," I smile sickly sweet.

"It's too bad you'll be leaving early." One of her goons pushes me to the ground in front of her.

All too farmilar cold metal is pressed to my temple.

"So, you all well be leaving my gang alone. Correct?" Helen asks.

"Incorrect!" Zach yells, "I get my father and Dylan back. Then you will leave us alone, as we will leave you alone."

"Ah, ah, ah." Helen stops him, "That's not fair. Two for the price of one? No. Choose. Dylan or Victor."

"That's not in the deal," Jeff glares.

"But it is now," Helen spits. "So choose."

Victor gets pushed out infront of Helen, next to me.

"Pick Dylan, you don't need me." Victor tells the boys.

Helen moves the gun from side to side, to Victor than me.

"You have fifteen seconds," Helen warns.

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I jump up pulling out my gun. I swiftly move to put the gun to Helen's head.

"Don't shoot!!" Helen screams.

"I'll be the one making the deal then. You will be letting both Victor and I go safely. You will leave this gang and the family alone. Then I won't shoot," I offer.

"Deal. It's a deal. You both live, we leave you alone and you let me live." Helen nods quickly.

I smirk, "That's what I thought."

Our group walks out of the park, than to the mansion.

When we get to the mansion, I go to my room. Zach follows me.

"Why did you go?!" He yells at me.

"I knew I needed to go, now look, I made the deal," I smile.

"You could've gotten killed!"

"But I didn't!"

"But you risked your life!"

"How come you tell me to never live in the past yet that's what you're doing?!"

"I- It's- That's different!"

"Whatever," I roll my eyes and look at my hands.

Zach walks over to me and lifts my chin up with his hand. "I was just worried. Worried about what I would do if you did get hurt," he whispers.

"But I didn't," I whisper back.

"I know," he kisses me.

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-A<3