Sentenced to Marriage by MadlainQ novel Chapter 89

Mission gone bad Aren’s team shot a few sleep darts at those from Packton’s and Mr. C.’s side, but they were quickly discovered. Those who weren’t knocked down by the drug responded by firing their guns toward the rooftop. The real battle began.

I stood in front of the screen, squeezing my hands together and praying. My heart pounded wildly as I tried to figure out what was happening while looking at the surveillance footage. All I could see were gunshots, briefly lightening the air, and people from all sides running around. I glanced at Damian and Eli, but they were completely composed, only glancing at their watches.

“Sixty seconds up, time to make the call,” Eli said to Damian, Damian nodding in response. “What’s going on?” I asked, muttering. Eli turned my way with a finger on the mouth gesture and motioned his head, pointing at Damian. A second later, his colleague was on the phone with the police making an anonymous call, informing that there was some kind of fight with gunshots at the Red Hook Terminal, around a blue warehouse and container no 9. I finally understood everything. Chris and Aren made sure that the police were already at the place, but some distance away from the place of the meeting. That call from Damian was supposed to direct them to the right spot at the right time. Seconds later, the whole place was crowded with the police, forcing Packton and his entire team to fight against the officers. I was relieved that Aren’s teams weren’t even involved in this gun-shooting battle. Once the police came, they were convinced that they witnessed a dealer transaction gone bad and that the two sides were trying to shoot each other. Unfortunately, I felt the relief too soon…

“Fuck! Mr. C.’s vans are getting away!” Eli shouted through the microphone.

The men dressed in black started getting into the cars and going back in reverse at great speed. They passed two warehouses’ blocks and were on the way out of the terminal. There were only a few of our cameras there, and the image they were giving was far less than perfect. I could only see Aren’s team jumping through the warehouses’ rooftops and cutting their escape route in no time.

“Shoot the tires!” Aren ordered. I couldn’t see it clearly, but it seemed like they managed to stop three of the four vans. Max jumped out of the car, shooting around and yelling at his man. “Protect Mr. C.!” On his command the last five men standing from his group ran to the second van, shielding it with their bodies. “Aren, it looked like Mr. C. is inside the second van!” Chris shouted through the communication system. “It could be a trap,” Jack suggested. A sound of frustration escaped Aren’s throat. “We need to make sure. Send everyone there. The Packton’s team is already in NYPD’s hands.”

The gunshots pierced the air again. This time it was our on the line of fire, and I was praying that no one would get hurt. I was staring at the scream in absolute panic, observing the black and grey blurry dots moving around the bigger black spots which were the cars. Suddenly, the firing stopped

“Our team’s got them,” Damian said and high-fived Eli. I exhaled in a rush, almost crying tears of joy as I saw a few dressed in black men captured and tied by the members of our groups. “All clear!” Chris exclaimed and I could finally recognize him on the screen as he raised his hand, gesturing at the rest of his team. “Check who is inside the car,” Aren commanded.

Damian, Eli, and I held our breath observing Chris’s team surrounding the vehicle. A few seconds later, Jack’s team and Aren’s team got to the place, securing the other cars before finally opening the second vehicle’s door. “There’s no one inside.” I heard one of the team members say.

“Fuck! We let them fool us!” Chris roared.

“Did you get the last car, Jack?” Aren asked.

“Yes, we caught them right before the exit. There were two men inside, but there were some pawns,” he claimed.

I could see Aren standing in the middle of the road between warehouses, and kicking something in anger before he suddenly froze. “Did you capture Max?” “No.” Chris’s reply came like a stab in the gut. “Those fuckers created a perfect distraction, and we just let this son of a bitch escape!” he thundered.

Aren turned around and faced one of the cameras. “Eli, that guy can still be around here somewhere. He shot tires in all of their cars so he must run on foot. Find him.”

Eli and Damian started switching cameras, trying to find anything dark that moved. Finally, we saw a dark shade running by the warehouse not too far away from where our van was. “We got him!” Eli called out agitatedly, before swallowing hard as he added, “He is most likely heading our way…”