Page 63 of Serving my Dragon
Now who was dumb?
“Thank you for giving me a clear shot. Wouldn’t want to accidentally kill the one thing I came for,” mocked Blake before karma clubbed him with a pair of linked hands.
The man went reeling, and Juan darted close, delivering an uppercut that snapped Blake’s head back while Matias grabbed the arm holding the gun. To my surprise, Blake proved stronger than expected. He yanked free of Matias’ grip and snarled as he swung back at my old protector. Juan ducked and delivered a blow to Blake’s midsection, causing him to grunt and fold. Seeing his chance, Matias once more grabbed hold and let his good leg buckle. He dropped hard to the ground, wrenching Blake’s arm. Crack!
The scream of pain and the suddenly unnaturally bent limb indicated something had broken. Blake lost his grip on the gun and it hit the ground. A moment later, so did Blake, pinned under both uncle and nephew, who punched him several times.
This was better than a telenovela!
But like every drama, what should have been victory hit a snag.
Bang.
The gunshot, not fired by any of the males, drew our eyes to a new player.
Sally.
The redhead, undaunted by the storm and wearing pinched lips, had a weapon aimed at my protectors.
Juan rose from Blake’s prone body. “You might as well give up. We both know you can’t shoot that thing with any accuracy.” A comment that took into account Sally’s shaking hands wobbling the barrel of the gun.
“You’re right, I can’t.” Sally pointed the gun at my defenseless servant at her feet. “But I doubt I’ll miss from this close.”
“She’s supposed to be your best friend,” Matias stated, getting to his feet.
“Until she tried to ruin my ticket to infamy. She could have just promised to keep her mouth shut, or even better, offered to help, but no. Leigh just had to threaten us with exposure.” Sally’s lips twisted. “I wish things could have been different. Then again, friendships come and go, but fame, the kind I’ll get from being the first to reveal a dragon’s existence to the world, will last forever.”
“And how are you getting out of here with Pollita? You can’t exactly carry her cage and shoot us at the same time,” Juan pointed out.
“I’m aware. Which is why I brought these.” Sally flung something in their direction. The same plastic manacles Kayleigh still wore. “Matias, you will put them on your uncle first. I want his hands behind his back and make it tight unless you want your girlfriend sporting a new hole in her body.”
A grim-faced Matias did as he was told, his scowl as deep as his uncle’s.
Once he’d finished, Sally had more orders. “Now loop your cuffs through his before cinching them on your hands.” The demand led to both men being bound and quite useless. My rescue had failed.
As the elements whipped at me through the bars of the cage, I wished I could have taken some time to enjoy the wildness of the storm, especially since it would probably be my last one. I’d likely not see much of the outside once I got placed in a more secure prison.
As if raging for my dilemma, the tempest became more violent. Lighting crackled, big and jagged streaks plunged from the clouds, and had everyone cringing but me. On the contrary, it exhilarated. I turned my face upward and tingled at all the electricity and ozone zinging through the air.
“Well, this was fun, but it’s time to blow this godforsaken country,” Sally quipped just as Blake groaned and pushed himself to his knees. “Get your butt moving, baby. We are getting out of here.”
“Did we get clearance?” Blake stood, holding his head.
“Fuck what that tower says,” Sally spat. “We’ll tell the pilot to stay low. They’ll never see us leaving.”
Blake groaned. “I’m injured. I need a hospital.”
“Suck it up, baby. Time to go.”
“Fuck me,” Blake muttered.
“Later, once we’re in the air. Grab the coop and let’s get it loaded.”
“Grab it how?” he whined. “I only have one good hand.”
“Must I do everything?” Sally huffed. “Take the gun and cover me while I get the dragon.”
She handed over the weapon before swaggering in my direction, but before she could lay a hand on my prison…
