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I peeked over my shoulder as we approached the truck.
The guy pointed a gun in my direction just as screeching tires peeled into the parking lot. I thought my heart would explode at that moment.
Ettore tore open the rear passenger door. “Get in!” he ordered. Ettore wasted no time squeezing the trigger of the AK-forty-seven firing rounds of bullets. The men fired back. I watched from my position behind the seat as bullets smacked the truck. This was total bullshit. I hated being helpless. Bonnie leaned out of the truck window unloading the AR-fifteen magazine as the men from two more SUVs joined the shootout. Ettore’s body jerked back twice.
Shit, someone had shot him.
“Ettore,” Bonnie screamed.
She dropped the extra rifles on the driver's seat as she jumped out of the truck. Bonnie stood like the terminator yelling as she unleashed rounds of bullets. Ettore kept firing at the assholes.
The door of the club flew open, and Franco appeared.
“No!” I shouted, snatching an AR-Fifteen off the seat. I climbed out of the truck, peering through the lens. “Ettore, step aside,” I demanded.
He didn’t budge. Bracing my elbows on the hood of the truck beside us, I squeezed the trigger. More men jumped out of trucks, raining bullets down on us.
“You shot at the wrong woman,” I muttered as bullets left my rifle.
I picked them off one by one, nothing but head shots.
Their bodies dropped to the ground like sacks of potatoes.
I heard someone barking orders. “Get her out of here now.”
“Kennedy, let’s move,” Ettore bit out.
Clip and Saro fired at the men, too. Franco peered through the scope of the small rocket launcher, waving at us to leave.
Ettore threw me into the back of the truck like a rag doll. Bonnie and Ettore hopped in the front seats.
Bonnie slammed her foot on the gas pedal, clipping the back end of the truck that was in our path. Carnage littered the parking lot. The truck jerked back and forth as Bonnie drove over two of their bodies. She peeled rubber as she turned onto the side street.
I glanced out the rear tinted window, catching a glimpse of the rocket leaving Franco’s rocket launcher.
My mouth fell open. “Fuck!” I roared as the rocket obliterated the cars in the parking lot.
The truck fishtailed from the impact. Were Franco, Clip, and Saro all right?
Shaking my head, I had to snap out of it.
“Ettore, how bad is it?” I asked as I leaned over the seat, yanking the Velcro straps of Ettore’s vest open.
“It’s ok,” he took short breaths.
“You helped us. Why?” Bonnie asked, barely tearing her eyes from the road to peek at her husband.
“Franco asked if I was ok to help torture Derwin. I told him I was fine. And I helped.”
I lifted the vest off Ettore’s chest. He inhaled sharply, then exhaled.
“That’s better,” he croaked.
I glanced at Bonnie. “Your boss walked out of the room alive. Like I said before, you were right not to trust me. My only goal is to help my cousin get out of this mess. If I wanted you all dead, I would’ve fired a bullet at the gas line on the side of the building and killed everyone. That way, Quinn and I could’ve walked away.”
Bonnie’s eyes widened in the rearview mirror.
“But fortunately for you guys, I’m not a mass murderer.”
