🔫 as-sas-sIN’S
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CHAPTER 9
They had sh0t her twice, one in the belly, and the other in the head.
I crouched beside her slowly, taking in her lifeless face and the red hole on her forehead. I brou-ght my hand to ca-ress her cheek and realized they were shaking.
Shaking from pain and rage.
Those bastards. What did Helena ever do to them? What was she doing here in the first place anyway? I thought she’d alre-ady left.
Had she tried to st©p them from taking Montse? Was that why they’d killed her?
“I’m sorry.” I whispered.
I had never apologized to anyone since my parents were murdered. Ironic that the first person I was apologzing to was a corpse.
She was the only person I’d ever seen fit enough to call a friend. And they’d taken her away from me.Those bastards had better prepare themselves because I was coming for them.
ha-rd . Merciless.
Getting up, I gr@bbÂŁd my black jacket lying in the couch. I felt throu-gh the pockets and fished out my phone. I was gritting my teeth so ha-rd I was surprised they hadn’t shattered alre-ady.
I clenched the phone in my hand so ti-ghtly that a faint crack appeared on the screen.
Unlocking the phone, I launched the tracker app. The idiots didn’t know I had a tracker on Montse. They would soon be hearing from me.
And God help them if they dared hurt a hair on her head.
*****
I’d helped kidnapped women but it was always with a cool head. With Montserrat, I sure as hell couldn’t keep my cool..
My phone rang in my hand. Looking at the unknown caller ID, I figured who he was before I even answered.
“You bastard.” I growled into the phone.
“Wow, not even a hello. How rude.” The voice at the other end laughed cynically. “You should try to be more respectful. I think we both know who’s calling the sh0ts.”
“Don’t you dare hurt her.”
“Who? Oh, the Cinderella who’s silently waiting for her knight to come save her? She’s okay. In fact, I think she’d like to say hi.”
There was silence for a while before I heard muffled screams. A moment later, Montse’s desperate voice c@mÂŁ throu-gh.
“Don’t come here, Mikhail. They’re going to kill you!”
“Oh how sweet.” It was the voice of the abductor this time. “I’ll be expecting you. Otherwise…”
“I swear to God I’m going to find you. And when I find you, I’m…”
The line went dead even before I could finish. I gritted my teeth. The idiot had sounded so sure of himself. If only he knew how close I was.
They’d been taking Montse to so many different locations since last night. Everytime I thought they were settled, they would begin moving again.
Until they’d finally settled for this place in the middle of nowhere surrounded by only trees and bushes.
Perhaps they knew that I had a tracker on her somewhere. That was why they were expecting me to find them without giving me any location.
I looked at my phone screen. The glowing arrow indicated that I was very close to where they were keeping Montse.
I continued ma-king my way around the trees while looking out for any structure. Then I sp©tted the cottage.
The glowing of the arrow on my screen intensified. This was where they were keeping Montse. For a moment, I nearly let the rage lead me forward.
Then I realized they were looking out for me. Going by the front of the house would be a stupid move.
I took a different route, a much longer one, but I was soon closer to the side of the cottage.
I leaned my back against the wooden wall close to the window. I could hear raucous laughter coming from inside. Bending, l looked throu-gh the window.
There seemed to be a total of eight men, four sitting around a table pla-ying cards, and dozens of weapons all for me.
All of them looked pretty distracted ap@rt from one who stood to side, eyes looking around warily.
There was a battered couch in the room and I saw a door which had to lead to where Montse was being kept.
Still maintaining the crouching position, I tried to walk pas-s the window without being seen. I stepped on a small tree br@nch by mistake, causing it to snap loudly un-der my weight. I stiffened.
“Shut up all of you!” I heard a bellow from inside. “Did you hear that?”
“What, Jacinto?”
“You’re all a bunch of good for nothings. You, go outside and check. I have a feeling he’s here.”
The room went silent but for heavy footsteps. I rolled on the ground until I was positioned right on edge of the side of the house.
“Check that side. I’ll check the other side.” A voice said.
I quietly pu-ll-ed my knife from it’s sheath which was buckled around my w@!st. I leaned my back against the wall as I heard slow cautious footsteps.
When I knew the person was close enough, I dived into the open. My move was sudden judging by the g@sp that left the man. Before he could put the pistol in his hand to work, I’d alre-ady thrown my knife.
Backpaddling onto my feet, I flew with the knife and covered the guy’s mouth just as the knife went into his forehead.
It didn’t go in de-ep enough, so I hit the knife handle ha-rder all the while keeping my hand on his mouth and smuggling his screams.
I heard footsteps just as the guy died and pu-ll-ed the knife out of his forehead.
“Pato, there’s no one on my end. Is there someone on yours?” The other man asked just as he stepped into the open rather carelessly.
I aimed my knife into his throat. It hit without fail, and the only thing he could do was g@sp pathetically as he fell on the floor.
Two down. From the window view, I had about six more to take down. They were probably poised and re-ady with their guns and I had to be careful.
pu-lling out my pistol, I slowly climbe-d onto the lowly built porch and flattened my back against the wooden wall beside the door.
“Why the hell are they taking so long?” The guy who seemed to be the leader bellowed. “I swear that bastard has come. If you aren’t able to capture him, I swear I’m going to put a bullet throu-gh every one of your skulls.”
I dived into the room. My entrance probably caught them off guard. I sh0t four of the men in the forehead before they could react.
Bullets began flying across the room. I crawled behind the old and tattered couch and took shield while the bullets continued to rain.
Then I heard the sounds of the trigger being pu-ll-ed multi-ple sounds without any gunsh0ts, accompanied by sounds of panic. I knew this was my chance.
I c@mÂŁ out from behind the couch. re-adying my gun, I sh0t the man in the leg. His gun flew out of his hand as he bellowed with pain. My next bullet went throu-gh his skull.
He was the seventh person I had killed. There was supposed to be one more. It hit me that he’d gone into the room where Montse was being held. I slowly made my way across the room.
”One stupid move and your pretty girl here will never see day light again.”
I entered the room as cautiously as possible but I didn’t lower my gun. Montse was in a chair, gagged with her hands tied behind her and her feet tied to the legs of the chair.
The leader of the goons was behind her, his gun pressed to her temple.
“Doesn’t she just look pretty like this. I can totally un-derstand why you’re so eager to save her. Must have a sweet pvzzy.” The last man standing laughed.
I gritted my teeth. “She has nothing to do with this. If you dare hurt her…”
“I call the sh0ts around here, pretty boy. And you’re going to pay so bad for killing my men. Now drop your weapon and maybe I’ll consider not re-leasing by bullets into her br@in and probably let her go.”
I kept my gun poised while looking into Montse’s terrified eyes. I was just about to drop it when it hit me that the guy was going to kill me. That would leave Montse at his mercy do as he plea-sed. That was never going to happen.
While he still had the smug smile on his face, I brou-ght the gun back up and fired. The bullet pene-trated his head, and he fell to the ground two seconds. I saw Montse wince.
I went over to where she was tied and crouched in front of her, quic-kly pu-lling out the dirty gag from her mouth.
“Montse…” I said breathlessly. “Are you okay? Did they fv¢king hurt you?”
“You c@m£.” She whispered, looking at me in awe. “You saved me.”
“I’ll always save you.” I said knowing very well my voice sounded raspy. ”God, I was so scared.”
Admitting to being scared is the perfect way to tell someone you’re vulnerable. However I admitted it to Montse with an ease which surprised me.
But I didn’t care. All I cared about was that she was safe. I flung myself forward and hvgged her ti-ght.
“Uh, I know you missed me like crazy but can you plea-se untie me now?” Montse said after a while, her voice strangled.
I was suffocating her with my hvg. I pu-ll-ed back proceeded to begin untie the ropes around her feet.
“You know what. I would’ve totally escaped even if you didn’t show.” Montse gloated. I scoffed. “Seriously! My hands are almost free from the ropes… Mikhail!”
My name c@mÂŁ out as a scream from her mouth. Looking up, I found her alarmed eyes fixed behind me.
Before I could even make a move, someome hit me ha-rd at the back of my head with a pistol.
The world spun in front of my eyes for seconds before I crashed to the floor, everything turning black. Unconscious.
TBC…..