Chapter 7 - The Crash
I screamed and slammed my fists against the bulletproof glass.
I watched in the rearview mirror as Declan fell to his knees in the mud.
He was instantly surrounded by dozens of heavily armed Calloway soldiers.
I grabbed a loaded pistol from the truck's glove compartment.
I pressed the cold metal barrel against the back of the driver's head.
"Turn this truck around right now," I screamed with absolute authority.
"My orders are to protect the Voss heir at all costs," the driver replied, keeping his foot on the gas.
I moved the gun and pressed it firmly against my own temple.
"If you do not turn back, there will be no heir to protect," I threatened darkly.
The driver cursed loudly and violently whipped the steering wheel around.
The massive armored truck drifted on the wet road and plowed straight back through the barricade.
I threw the passenger door open as the truck skidded to a halt near Declan's bleeding body.
I grabbed him by his bloody collar and dragged his heavy frame into the cabin.
Bullets shattered the outer layer of the truck's armor like hail in a storm.
The driver slammed on the gas, tearing down the mountain road to escape the ambush.
Declan looked at me with a weak, bloodstained smile.
"You came back for me," he whispered, his hand weakly touching my stomach.
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His eyes slowly rolled back into his head.
The tactical heart monitor strapped to his wrist suddenly flatlined with a long, piercing beep.
