Chapter 18: Chapter 17
We arrived at 3:30 in the morning at the Acqualina resort in Mexico. My eyes were closing as Quinn helped me out of the car, his arms gripping my forearm in a tight....almost protective hold.
"I'm tired." I mumbled. He breathed out a chuckle as we walked into the lobby. "I know, just a little further."
A middle aged woman greeted us at the front desk, and I did my best to give the impression of a concious and not sleepy person. "Hi, what can I get for you?" She asked, rubbing her bright red lipstick covered lips together.
"Three rooms, presidential suite and the two rooms on either side." He said re-adjusted his arm around me, normally I would have swatted his arm away but I was just too damn tired.
"Of course, and what name shall these rooms be under?"
"Linch."
Her eyes widened, immediately looking away from him as she shakily held her pen. "Yes, Mr. Linch and please welcome to Mexico, its great to have you back." She bowed her head ans slumped a little lower as she handed him three different envelopes filled with rooms keys.
Quinn practically carried me upstairs and into the room, which I assumed was the presidential suite. He lifted me off the ground to lay me on bed.
"Your not sleeping here." I said sleeply but still made my tone as a command and he chuckled pulling the blankets up from me. "Maybe next time you'll be saying differently." He whispered in my ear making to shiver a little before I turned away from him.
"In your dreams."
***
Later that evening.
Its finally time. I can't believe we are finally doing this. I glanced at my brother who looked deep in thought. He arrived early in the morning after we arrived but he was staying in another hotel. I took his hand in mine, his cold rings scroching my palm as I engulfed them.
"Don't worry, will get him." I said with a reassuring smile and he gave me a tight smile as I stood up. Given by the plan my brother has made it looked that he spent days on it, everything is calculate and precise just like him.
I made my way to my room as Quinn continued talking to his men and I don't miss seeing Alex sniffing a lined up coke on the coffee table while Daniella looked at him as if he was going mad. They have gotten close lately.
I close the door softly, throwing the hood that I had and put on my black pull neck top while I removed the baggy shorts I had and put on my black tights. I looked at my bed that was filled with different kinds of weapons that I brought; Ar-18's, AKM's, SAR-80's and AR-15's. I also carried detonating explosive, grenades, tear gas and 6 rocket launchers.
I grabbed my glock 9 mm sticking it to my waistband as I grabbed two pocket knives shoving them to my combat boots.
I heard the door being knocked at and I shouted for them to enter as I tested most of the guns checking if they are clogged or not. I looked over my shoulder hearing heavy foot steps and continued my business smiling slightly.
"Since when do you knock?" I asked sarcastically putting the weapons in the big duffle bag I carried along with while I heard Quinn chuckle deeply. "I see you've noticed am a gentleman."
"Sadly." I went over to the dressing drawer taking a rubber band so I could pull my hair into a tight ponytail. "Hey, don't play with my toys." I whined seeing him check out my guns through the mirror.
"I never knew you could handle guns, especially this kind." He picked out a AKM his eyes sparkling a little and I made my way to the closet. "Well, these three years has been hard for me." I hummed wearing my leather jacket and zipping it.
"Hey, what happened to Gill, I haven't seen him anywhere and for all I know he was like a puppy following you around." I came out from the closet seeing his eyes flash a glimmer of sadness, "he died."
"Fuck! I didn't kno...I'm sorry." I said softly cursing this big mouth of mine and he shrugged coming to me. He closed the distance as he slowly trailed his cool fingers along my cheekbone. "Are you really sure you want to do this?" He asked softly while grazing my cheek and I nodded moving away.
I don't want my emotion to get the better of me. His still engaged and him constantly near me just makes me loss my mind. "Yeah, I am. It's like repaying Roman for what he has been doing for me. He has been there for me all the time and this is the only way to pay him back."
I know it won't add up for all the things Roman has done for me even though his sometimes a shit head and a pain in the ass but he has always been there for me and the only way to repay him well at least is to get his father back, well our father.
"What about your father? Are you ready to see him again?"
I nibbled my lip sitting down on the bed not really knowing what to say. Will I be happy or sad? I mean he has never been there for me most of my life but his still my dad.
"I'm not really sure what say. I mean most of my life I spent knowing he was the man who abandoned me and now am going to save him. It's kinda overwhelming because I can't really figure out what I'm really feeling."
Quinn forced me to look at me as he brought two of his finger under my chin and squated infornt of me. "I just want you to be safe, I don't want to lose you again." My eyes looked rapidly into his and I see how his is flooded with saddness and pain. I bring my hand to his stubble cheek, running my finger slowly up his temple.
"Why did you agree to come and help Roman in this? It won't really benefit you in the end but maybe end you. You're risking your life for a person you don't really know." He stood up sitting next to me as he took my hand in his. "I'm risking my life for something worth it. I want be there, for you."
I looked at him confused at what he said. He wants to be there for me. This man is really getting my feelings mixed up, I want hate him but his making it hard for me to do so.
The door suddenly bursted open revealing a grinning Alex as he looked at the weapons on my bed while I removed my hand from Quinn and stood up scowling at Alex.
"Alex, don't you know how to knock? What if I was naked and you just bulged in like that." I laid my hands on my hips narrowing my eyes for him. "Now that's an image that will be hard to forget." He said winking at me as he picked up a gun from the bag, I heard a low growl from beside me as I saw Quinn throw daggers at Alex and I rolled my eyes taking the bag from Alex.
"Get your own douchebag." I muttered zipping the bag and he frowned a little. He looks like a fucking helpless child right now. "Okey, pick one and that's it." I said offering him the bag and he grabbed it faster checking most of the guns.
"Oh! The Michael dude said we're supposed to be ready by now. The trucks are ready for us." He said taking the SAR-80, "this is the one." He said admiring it and I shook my head as he exited the room.
I zipped yet again my bag before I felt a pair of hands wrapped around my waist pulling me to his rock hard chest. "Promise me you'll take care of yourself." Quinn said burying his face on my neck and I sucked in a breathe as I felt his lips lightly graze my skin.
"I always do." I breathed out as he let me go and shoved him out of my room before it got more intense between the both of us. I sighed heavily and took my duffle bag together with the black masked cloth we're supposed to hide our faces with.
I made my way to the trucks that was waiting for us outside, Daniella right behind me and I grinned seeing Michael at the driver's seat of one of the trucks before I strapped myself next to him.
"Let's get this party started." I said cheerfully as I saw other men enter our truck, we were the first group. We are divided into three groups the first one is mine and Michael, the other one is for Quinn and Alex and the third one is for my brother, Roman. And in each truck there is at least 20 men in them and women, well me and Dani of course.
Michael chuckled roaring the truck to life and immediately sped off from the hotel to where we were going to surbotage the exchange of my father to the CIA.
Most of the roads were deserted knowing the big cops did this so they would be descreet and without any problems and Michael hit the breaks turning in a really cruelsome way as the tires screeched due to the tarmac road.
The truck was stopped in the middle of the road that we knew the DEA would definately use and I got out from the truck, my face hooded with the mask I was wearing same as the other men in the truck. I strapped an AR-15 assualt riffle across my chest while in my hands I held a rocket launcher waiting for the first damn truck of the cops to appear.
I looked over my shoulder seeing all the men were positioned with their guns while Michael was beside me as we waited patiently for things to get heated up. Aaw! I feel like the fucking heroin in this life of mine, the badass one.
"When Katerlina launches the rocket there will be no hesitation. Kill anything that comes to your sight until we having the fucking boss back." Michael yelled for the men and they all nodded in unison.
Soon enough I saw a black SUV truck come in sight and I positioned myself perfectly, separating my legs and holding tightly to the launcher before I launched it hitting straight at the first car making it to blow up in flames and pieces.
We immediately hear another blast knowing its my brother who has done the same to the last car and long enough the gunfire began. I ran behind the truck all the fucking windows filled with bullets as I tried to avoid most of them. Fuck! I forgot to where a bullet proof vest.
Most of the men ran towards the remaining trucks and I ran passed them seeing most of the cops were occupied. The cops were taken by surprise as our bullets embedded themselves deep into their flesh, the stench of blood filled the air as more gunfire filled the air.
It was supposed to be three trucks but they were five. I don't why but I have this bad feeling if we don't get out of here faster more cops will show up.
I was breathing hard, my breath icy in my lungs as I fired the last shot, my bullet slicing into a cop's skull. He dropped to the ground, blood pouring from his lifeless body. I hear a small rackess from one of the trucks and I immediately run to it throwing the riffle and taking my glock 9 mm out.
I ran faster to the gun coming a upon two armed guns which I shot them clean in their mother fucking heads. I tried to open the back of the truck but iy wouldn't bulge I hear more rackess from inside even gun shots which I ducked taking my duffle bag and removing a crowbar I carried. I positoned the crowbar at the opening space of the metal door and gave all my strength to crack open the door which I successfully did it because am feeling as if my hands are about to give up any moment now.
I see one of the men come beside and helped me knock off the door. "Go, I'll cover up for you." A familiar deep voice yelled at me over the gun fire that was happening and I immediately nodded going inside the truck and finding four cops lying dead in the truck with two old looking men, one of them being my father.
He was breathing heavily, his legs and hands chained up and he looked at me. "Who are you?" He asked uncertain while he looked at me and I grinned aiming my gun to the chains of his legs and shot at it before I did the same to the ones in his hands freeing him. I don't have time to look for the keys from dead cops.
"Let's get out of here before more cops appear." I told him helping him to get up and he looked at me shocked. "Katerlina?"
"Nice to see you too dad but right now is not the time for a fucking reunion." I gripped his arm seeing he has loosed a lot of weight since I saw him and his skin is all pale not holding any single colour.
"Hey, what about me?" The other man asked shoving his chains and I looked at him a little bored. "We've helped you enough. Get your fucking own way of getting out of here."
He shoved his chains pleading for me to help him but I just ignore him helping my father off the truck and I see Roman I assume ran towards us hugging him as soon as we got out. I smiled slightly as I jumped off looking back at the old creep before I shut the doors closed again who knows maybe he was a rappist and I can't do that injustice, can I?
Ugh! I just don't want to think of that right now.
I ducked down immediately hearing gunshots being shot my way and my brother took my father running with him to one of the trucks. I take out my gun ready to shot the fucker but someone's body stopping my from aiming the gun as he shoved me to the ground taking gunshots that were aimed for me.
I looked up wincing a little from the impact of how I hit my head and immediately came upon the same blue eyes that made me fall in with him.
No, no. What is he doing? Is he insane? I tried to shove him from me so he wouldn't be shot but it was useless because he wasn't bulging away from me. The gun shot soon stopped and I felt Quinn limp on top of me before I slowly pushed him off me nudging him a little.
"Quinn? Quinn? Fucking wake you dipshit. You can't die on me." I shouted at him but he wasn't waking up. This is all my fault. I felt warm tears cassade my cheeks and I see Alex run up towards us immediately kneeling beside us.
"Check if has a pulse."
Right. Pulse. I kept my shaky fingers to his neck checking for any sign but the only thing am hearing its my own heavy beating of my heart. "I can't feel anything, you check." I sobbed loudly and Alex removed his gloves shoving his hand to Quinn's neck as he tried to concetrate due to the dying gunshots.
"What happened?" Roman rushed to my side and I immediatedly threw myself to him needing him to hug me as I sobbed vigorously into his chest. He can't die. He can't leave me not yet.
"I feel it, its faint but its there." Alex breathed out heavily and I scrambled off Roman moving Quinn feeling a little relief. "Let's get him out of here before more cops arrive." Roman said helping Alex to carry him to the truck and follow immediately behind them.
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