Taken By The Hitman IV by Amber Adams
Chapter 10: Jason
I pull myself out of my dream and realize that the pounding is not from me hitting the punching bag but from someone nearly breaking down the door with their fists.
I quickly leap out of bed before Bianca can and grab my joggers, shoving my legs in them before reaching for the gun on the table. I don’t know who is on the other side of the door, and since I’m literally a stranger to this mafia family, I’m not about to go anywhere in this mansion without being armed, even if it’s to my bedroom door.
When I throw open the door, I find Lucas’s panicked face and my heart drops in my chest.
“Emil,” I say hoarsely.
“No,” Lucas rushes.
“We are under attack. I need you to get her the fuck out of here.”
“What?” I counter, not believing what I’m hearing. This place looked like it was impenetrable.
Then I hear it. The faint sound of gunfire being exchanged.
Fuck.
“We’ve already moved Emil,” Lucas says in a rush, glancing over his shoulder.
“We had to move fast and didn’t have time to get Bianca. Get her out of here. Now.”
He doesn’t have to tell me twice. I go back to the bed and Bianca is sitting up and staring at me with wild eyes.
“What is it?” she asks. “What’s wrong?”
“Get dressed,” I say urgently. “We have to leave.”
“What?” Bianca asks as I find my shirt on the floor and shrug it on.
“What’s going on, Jason?”
I find my sneakers, shoving my feet in them. “The mansion is under attack. I’ve got to get you out of here.”
That’s got her attention and Bianca scrambles out of bed, searching for her clothing as well.
“Attacked? Oh god, Emil!”
“Lucas says he’s been moved already,” I tell her, grabbing my duffel bag.
“And now we have to get you out of here.”
Once Bianca’s dressed, I pull out a gun and hand it to her.
“I don’t know what we are up against out there,” I say quickly. “But if something happens, you run, you hear me? Don’t look back.”
“Jason, I’m scared,” she answers, clutching the gun in her hand.
“I know,” I answer, wrapping my hand behind her neck.
“It’s going to be okay. I’m not going to let them anywhere near you, all right.”
Her expression doesn’t get any better, but I press a hard kiss to her lips, breathing in her scent to calm me. I don’t know if she heard me in the early morning hours or not, but as we lay in that bed, pressed against one another, I realized just how much I truly love her.
I realized that I love her so much that I would literally die for her. Being with Bianca has made me a better person and has opened up in my heart a whole new world. I don’t want to go back to life without her.
“Please be careful,” she begs as I start to pull away.
I wink at her. “Stay behind me, beautiful, and keep your head down.”
When I turn, I’m all business.
A gun in my hand, I approach the door, feeling Bianca right behind me.
The hallway is clear, and as I move us down the first set of stairs to the second landing, the gunfire is sounding closer the lower we get. It’s still outside, though, which is a plus. But if it’s that close, it’s only a matter of time before it gets into this house.
Guards rush past, guns in hand as they make their way down the main staircase clearly focused on securing the house for as long as they can, and I follow close behind.
“Where’s the garage?” I ask Bianca.
“To the left, down the hall,” she responds.
I follow her directions, finding the hallway empty.
“Go,” I urge, wanting to cover her back in case they breach the front doors.
“We’ve got to get some wheels.”
Bianca doesn’t ask any questions as she leads me down the hall, and I feel the anticipation building inside me.
It’s the calm before the storm.
I know the second the front doors are breached.
It sounds like a bomb going off, the hail of gunfire a moment later having me all but push Bianca down the hall. She grabs a doorknob and opens a door as the acrid smell of gunfire fills the air, and I shove us through before slamming it shut.
It’s a large-ass garage with a shit-ton of cars and trucks, and I point to the jacked-up truck near the door, one with big tires.
“That one!” I shout, wishing I could bar the door we just came through.
Bianca hurries to the truck and pulls open the passenger-side door as the gunfire grows closer.
“Keys are already in”, she yells to me.
I leap into the driver’s seat and fire up the engine, the sound echoing through the garage.
“Hang on!” I shout as I pull the truck out of the parking spot and head toward the door.
“Jason!” Bianca warns, grabbing a hold of the handle above her head.
“The door!”
Yeah, I’m going to owe Emil for a new door.
The truck crashes through the garage door with ease, the metal hitting the truck before bouncing off behind us, and we explode out into a driveway on the left side of the house, following it down to an open gate. Bullets ping off the hood and I curse, gunning the engine to go faster.
“Get down!” I yell at her as I barrel through the men firing at us, feeling one go under the tire with a sickening thud.
I hear the ping of bullets and realize that she’s firing out the window, trying to give us some cover so that we can get the hell out of here.
Fuck, this woman is amazing.
And we are almost free.
The truck bounces along the driveway without any further incident until I come to a narrow dirt road, taking a left instead of a right that would lead us back to the front of the house.
If we are lucky, no one has thought about barring this road and we can get out of here. If I’m wrong, then there may be more than one unfortunate SOB that I run over today.
The speedometer reaches a dangerous eighty as I barrel down the bumpy and heavily treed road, my hands clenching the steering wheel. There’s no one waiting for us at the end of the dirt road, and I turn onto the paved road with a small sigh of relief, allowing myself to glance at Bianca.
“Are you hit?” I ask urgently, hoping like hell there’s no blood on her.
“N-no,” she breathes, her face pale. “I’m not.”
“Good, tell me where to go.”
Bianca looks around, attempting to get her bearings.
“I think this leads to upstate again. It’s been a long time since I’ve been this way, but I’m almost positive.”
I clench the steering wheel, feeling the adrenaline pump. It could lead to a Saccone ambush for all we know.
I don’t know what I am going to do, where we are going to go to be safe.
I don’t have a fucking plan.
“Jason,” Bianca says. “Where are we going? What are we going to do?”
I answer her with silence.
Both of us are left on high alert and keeping our eyes on the road in front and behind us.
We drive for twenty, thirty minutes before I feel it’s safe to pull the truck over to the side of the road. I slam it into park, taking a few breaths. I don’t want to tell her I still don’t have a plan.
It makes me feel like I’ve failed her. Maybe I have failed her.
“Where are we going?” she asks again.
“Fuck, Bianca,” I breathe. “I don’t know.”
She draws in a sharp breath. “Well at least you aren’t lying to me.”
I let out a choked laugh. “I don’t ever lie to you Bianca.”
I pull the truck back onto the road, biting the side of my mouth.
“Okay, I got it. There’s a place we can go,” I tell her, hating that I even am thinking about doing this.
“But just know that we might not be able to stay, we might not be welcomed. But we can try.”
I have to get her somewhere that’s out of danger for now, somewhere that I can pull my shit together and come up with a way to kill Saccone, maybe even bait him to come find me.
It’s taking a huge risk I didn’t want to, but I can’t take Bianca back to my cabin or to my trashy hideout in the city.
I feel like I’ve hit a wall. It’s been weeks now and I’m tired of running. I’m ready to be done with this shit.
I feel a huge surge of renewed energy go through my body.
It’s time to fight.
“Well, if that’s all we have,” Bianca answers, “then it’s all we have.”
I glance at her, my insides twisting. I don’t know what else to do. I’ve tried to protect her the best I can but have failed at every turn, and if this keeps up, I’m going to lose her.
“Yeah,” I say, tapping my thumb on the steering wheel.
“It’s all we have.”
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