Total pages in book: 118
Estimated words: 120336 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 602(@200wpm)___ 481(@250wpm)___ 401(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 120336 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 602(@200wpm)___ 481(@250wpm)___ 401(@300wpm)
Oh shit.
I had my hands on the guns but I didn’t take them out just yet.
The five men by the board raced my way.
Jesus Christ they are fucking FAST!
Even more adrenaline roared through my veins.
I yanked out my guns.
The five men closed in the space so quick, I almost ran out of there.
With them barely now six feet away, I fired the first shot.
The bullet tore through the shoulder of the man closest to me.
He staggered back.
Blood sprayed in a fine arc that painted the faces of those next to him.
Two lunged for me.
Freaked out, I ran in the direction of the Mahjong table.
One guy flipped over the table and headed for me.
I shot at him two times and missed.
Tiles and wood splintered.
Then, I fired again and got him in the forehead.
He dropped to the floor.
Several men yelled out something I didn’t understand.
A man grabbed my shoulder and slung me to the ground.
“Ah!” I crashed to the rough surface, but the guns didn’t leave my hand. I pulled the trigger not even seeing who I was shooting.
Strangled cries echoed back and three bodies thudded onto the floor beside me.
I must have got them.
I didn’t wait to see who it was or who else was heading my way. Instead, I rolled my ass back, jumped up, and raced off.
There was an empty cot up ahead.
Then, a fucking dagger zipped by my face almost sliced off my nose.
OH MY GOD!
I fired in that direction, aiming at chests.
Two more men crumpled.
This is going to be impossible!
On my left, a man wielded a curved sword and swung it my way.
I got him in his crotch and rushed off, only catching his screams of terror.
Something sliced at my cheek.
I pivoted, narrowly dodging whatever it was.
Then, I tripped over something, boots or a bag. Next thing I knew I was screaming and tumbling toward a cot.
My side hit the metal.
The wind was knocked out of me.
For a moment, everything was a blur. Bright flashes of pain sparked behind my eyelids as I fought the dark fog threatening to cloud my mind.
I tasted blood in my mouth and realized I had bitten my tongue during my fall.
Then, I heard the footfalls of the men closing in on me.
Get up!
Suddenly, a gruff voice cut through the haze of pain. "This Black bitch is mine!"
A burly man barreled towards me with his face twisted into an ugly grin as his hand shot forward, palm open. He meant to grab me by the throat.
With a surge of adrenaline, I pushed past the pain and rolled off the cot just as his fingers closed around empty air.
He stumbled past me, caught off guard by my sudden movement, and crashed into the cot face first.
Oh shit!
I quickly scrambled to my feet, gripping the guns tightly in my hands and pulled the trigger without hesitation.
His body jerked back with the impact.
The grin that had been etched onto his face was replaced with an expression of surprise.
Someone punched me in the back of the head.
I stumbled forward, spun around before I could recover and fired twice. The bullets boomed like thunder in the enclosed space.
Screams filled the air as more men rushed at me.
I ran off to the left, fired again, and got a man in the knee. He collapsed with a shout, knocking into a man next to him.
Up ahead, there was a stack of crates.
I sped up.
Once close, I got behind them for cover and fired out a few times.
Bodies fell.
And then silence.
Sweet.
Calm.
Silence.
Jesus. . .
My breaths came in ragged gasps as I crouched behind the crates, and my heart slammed against my ribcage.
The tent was quiet, punctuated only by the groans of the wounded and the shuffling of feet as men shifted.
Alright.
I steadied my breath.
What do I do now?
I peeked out.
Bullets and guns might not have been the Four Aces’ weapon of choice, but the glint of steel was in all their hands. Knives, swords, and spears—all gleamed in the dim light, brandished by men who now stayed back and didn’t charge forward.
I don’t know what to do next. How the fuck am I going to get out of here? It’s more of them than me.
I glanced to the left and realized in pure horror that I had shot a good bit of men.
There was a trail of them either groaning in pain or dead.
Oh. Not bad. . .
I blinked.
Is that why many haven’t just come over to the crates to kill me?
Apparently, outnumbered or not, people still didn’t want to possibly get shot in the head. And I’d surely shown them tonight that I could hit my targets, even while being attacked.
I gazed back at them, now assessing the armed men.
I’d killed the bolder guys that had been by the board of pictures, the angry reader, and the Mahjong players.
Right now, many of the guys I was looking at were the men that had been polishing weapons and further in the back of the tent. And. . .some of their hands were shaking in fear as they held their weapons.