Page 244 of Bratva Jewels Box Set
I reach over and rip her evening dress.
“Oh my god, what did you do? That was couture,” she squeals.
“That means shit when you have to run.”
I watch as Elena does the same, kicking off her heels.
“You seriously think we’re going to have to run?” Grace says.
“Be prepared,” I tell her.
“Incoming!” Sergei shouts as we hear the rumble of something
behind us.
I turn and look through the back windscreen and see three G-wagons barreling toward us.
“Shit.” I aim my sniper rifle at them.
“Elena, shoot out the window for me. I need a clear shot.”
She nods and does just that.
Grace screams beside her as we’re showered with glass.
I get to my knees, resting my gun on the headrests, and take my time lining up the shot. A boom fills the night air, and one of the cars wobbles as it deals with having a front tire blown out. I watch as the windows come down, and hands go out, holding guns. I turn around and drop over the top of Grace as the bullets hit the back of the car.
Grace is screaming.
And Elena returns fire.
I sit up and steady myself as best I can, lining up the face of the driver in my scope and pulling the trigger. His head slumps to the side, his hands turning the wheel, and the car takes a sharp turn and rolls a couple of times.
“Yes!” Elena screams, giving me a high five as we congratulate each other.
“Two more coming up,” Sergei says.
I line them up again and take a shot, putting a hole in the first car’s engine, then blow another tire out. The second car speeds closer to us, but Elena returns fire and takes out a couple of guards.
“ETA to the airport is twenty minutes,” Sergei says as he weaves in and out of late-night Moscow traffic.
“Shit, shit, shit.” My eyes catch movement in the distance.
“Fuck, Max. That’s a helicopter,” Sergei says. “We’re stuck on the fucking freeway—I can’t get off. We’re sitting ducks.”
Thewhoop whoopof a military-grade helicopter gets closer as the tiny black object in the distance moves toward us.
“Max.” Grace sounds fearful.
I look over at Elena, and she’s pale.
We both turn around and buckle up.
“Sergei, you need to run this car off the bridge,” I tell my right-hand man.
“What the fuck, Max?” Grace screams at me.
The fear in her eyes breaks my heart. “Babe, I promise we’ll be safe. It’s not far, put your seatbelt on tight.” She’s shaking her head, so I do it for her. “You’d better message whoever you report to and let them know the situation has turned south. That you are starting your exit strategy,” I tell Elena.
