Kylie Bray (Love, Hate and Billions) novel Chapter 60

The engines coming from the top of the dock get louder and though I am tired and my heart is skittering in fear of getting caught I run faster, trying to find what I am searching for.

The cars get closer.

My time is running out.

Ducking down, I see them jumping out of the cars. My knees make a cracking sound, as I bend into a crouching position as to not be seen.

Four men arrive in four different cars. No bodyguards, which shocks the hell out of me.

Peeping out from the red tin container I am currently leaning on, I check to see if I can make out one of them.

Hearing some scratching noises from behind me, I spin on my heels and crawl over to the next container.

That is when the beep and green dot goes off.

“Hey you,” the yelling coming from the men jot me in to a frenzy and I run.

My legs are already screaming from the amount of exercise it was given earlier today.

I grab my phone just as a shot rings out and press speed dial one as Michael said.

The pain in my leg burns as another one assaults me further. I fall to the ground.

My legs are screaming in pain, as my shoulder gushes with blood.

“If it isn't Vincent's little fuck toy, pity you have to find out about your fate this way, I'm sure Vincent still had a month or two before he eventually sold you off, you should ask Catrina, poor girl.”

I stare up into Roberto's eyes not understanding why he would betray his family.

Until his words click into place.

It is a cold day in hell to find out, you have been betrayed, and though I hear the words, I want to tell myself that Vincent wouldn't do that, not my Vincent.

I try to slide back and Roberto rewards my effort with two solid kicks to my stomach.

Time passes as I hear shouts as he orders them to get me out of here.

Whoever these people are, don't want to.

My legs are numb, I can't feel the fresh blood seeping through my jeans.

I try to push myself up, but it's no use, my legs were both fucked.

One bullet lodged into my right thigh, the other my left calf.

I should scream, I should curse.

I should've done lots of things differently.

“I warned you to stay away, I told you what would happen.” He snarls, spitting on the ground, “You rich kids are too fucking spoilt, thinking you can have it all.”

I groan.