"Fucking hell!" Lennox snarled, already reaching for the glove department.
"What–" Aslan's words were cut off as another bullet was shot. It whizzed past his eyes, close enough to make his ear ring.
"Shit, that was a close one," Lennox remarked without taking his eyes off the gun, loading the magazine with bullets.
"What the fuck is happening?!" Aslan asked, turning the steering wheel to avoid a pothole. The force of the turn made them wave harshly to the side, the car buckling. Aslan gritted his teeth as he steadied the car, sweat beading on his eyebrows.
"What the fuck does it look like? You're getting shot at!"
"So soon?!"
Lennox, despite the chaos they were in and his leg that was still bleeding, was grinning like a lunatic. "Seems you're more popular than I thought, pretty boy."
Another bullet rang through the air, this one shattering the side mirror. He pressed down on the gas. "Shut up and shoot."
"No."
Aslan snapped his head to Lennox, his eyes wide. "The fuck do you mean no?"
Lennox was looking back at him, still grinning like a fucking idiot. "I mean no."
"We–" The car went through another pothole, this one bigger. The car groaned as Aslan forced it out of the pothole, the steering wheel hard to control.
He looked at the rear mirror to see a car and two motorcycles chasing behind them, gaining on them the more time Aslan struggled to get out of the pothole. "Fucking street and its fucking potholes," he grumbled, then he looked back at Lennox. "And why the hell are you not shooting at people that are trying to kill us?!"
"Kill you, actually," Lennox corrected, his lips pressed together as if he was trying hard not to smile. "And I can't shoot because well…" He looked down at his bleeding leg and looked back at Aslan, shrugging. "Someone shot me in the leg."
"Oh, come off that bullshit," Aslan spat. "You shoot with your hands not your fucking leg. And a minor bullet wound can't stop Kade Lennox from shooting."
Lennox let the smile split through and clicked the gun off safety. "Thank you for that ego boost. I am now feeling motivated to shoot some bastards."
Aslan wanted to pull his hair from their roofs out of frustration. He was about to fucking go crazy.
Lennox pushed a button and the moonroof opened, bringing with it cold air.
Kade stood up through the moonroof, raising his guns just as another bullet whizzed past him. He barely flinched, his grin as sharp as a knife as he lined his shot.
"You're bleeding all over the seat," Russo complained.
Kade scoff. "Forgive me, princess. How dare I bleed over my car, from a wound I didn't give myself."
He made sure his feet were steady and he wouldn't be thrown over the car. "Keep it steady, pretty boy," he called over the chaos.
Aslan gritted his teeth, gripping the steering wheel as he swerved between lanes, trying to keep the car from becoming an easy target and also avoiding those goddam potholes!
The sharp crack of Kade's gun echoed through the night. One of the motorcycles jerked sideways, before spinning out of control, crashing in a screech of metal against the asphalt.
"Got one," Kade mused, ducking just as another bullet slammed into the trunk, jerking the car forward. He held onto the roof tight, staying low.
He wishes he had a M4A1 carbine. He would have rained down bullets on these motherfuckers. The whole scene would have been chaotic, bloody, absolutely beautiful. The gun would look so sexy in this situation right now.
Aslan's hands tightened around the steering wheel, his heart racing, adrenaline rushing high in his blood. "Try getting them all before they put a fucking hole into this car."
Kade rolled his eyes, reloading his gun. "It's not my fault they're persistent."
Kade lined his shot again but before he got the chance to fire, the car behind them accelerated.
"They're getting too close," Russo warned, stepping harder on the gas.
Kade fired again, but the second motorcycle swerved just in time. The rider—smark, fast—raised his gun in return.
POP-POP-POP!
Bullets rained towards them. One struck the side mirror, shattering it. Another whizzed past Kade's head, close enough to ruffle his hair.
He let out a low chuckle. "Persistent bastards." He touched his hair to make sure the bullet didn't mess it. It would be a shame if it did. He just had a haircut.
The car behind them suddenly veered left, ramming into their bumper. The impact sent them jerking forward, Kade hissing in pain as his lower back hit the line of the roof.
"The fuck?!" Russo hissed, struggling to keep control of the wheel.
"They're trying to make us crash," Kade said, almost amused.
"No shit."
Goodness, he hasn't had this much fun in so damn long. All he did was get in, kill his mark silently, and get out. They didn't give him this much fun, this much adrenaline flowing in his blood that made him feel as if he could conquer the world. The pain in his leg was nonexistent, the headache dulled.
Who says he couldn't have fun while trying to save Gloria? Who said he couldn't live a little while fighting this war? No fucking body.
One of the passengers in the car was climbing up to the moonroof. Kade didn't give the chance. As soon as he was out enough, Kade fired three bullets. One landed on his chest, the other on his shoulder, and the last on his head. He was dead in a second, going slack on the roof, and dangling off it.
The remaining passengers were going to get a blood shower.
Kade laughed, reloading his gun, but the laugh turned into a hiss when the gun was shot out of his hand. He raised his head to see the motorcycle aiming his gun at him. He fired another bullet, and Kade ducked, covering his head.
He didn't know what his bare flesh was going to do against a bullet, but he had to try, right?
"How many guns you've got?" he asked Russo, bending into the car.
Russo's eyes were hardened on the road, his lips pressed tight, sweat falling into his eyes. Kade wanted to lick those sweats off him.
Maybe while he was having fun, he could also get laid. Because he shouldn't be lusting over the new prince of Istanbul. That wouldn't end well—it wouldn't go well.
"Enough," he answered, his voice hard.
Oh, fuck. How could he not lust over when he was Kade's fantasy come to life? He looked fragile, yet he was anything but. Grumpy, with lovely red, full lips that Kade wanted to part with his tongue.
He was a wet dream come alive.
"Hand them–"
The loud crack of a sniper shot rang through the air, then the car lurched.
There was a sniper as well? Oh, they were definitely going to die tonight. Efe really wanted Russo dead.
Another shot.
Bang!
"The tires!" Russo shouted, trying to swerve the car, but it was no use. The tires blew out, and the car spun out of control.
"Fucking he–" Russo's curse was left to the wind as the car veered off the road, skidding sideways, metal screeching. Kade entered the car and sat, the seatbelt going around him.
He didn't want to be flung out of the car. That wasn't on his long list of how he wanted to leave this world.
They braced themselves, Kade laughing like this was a fun ride.
"You're a fucking psycho," Russo snarled.
"Who isn't?!"
Then all of a sudden, a car came out of nowhere and crashed into them.
Everything jerked. The airbags deployed, slamming into their chest.
The car went rolling.