Sentenced to Marriage

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…”

“Fuck! He will try to get our van!” Damian shouted. Chris roared, “Drive the hell away from there! Do it now!” NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.

Damian pull down the screen separating the back of the van from the front seats and crawled through it to sit behind the wheel. He started hectically pushing the ignition switch, but somehow he couldn’t start the car.

“Why doesn’t it work?!” he huffed in frustration.

“It’s too late,” Eli angrily squeezed the words through his teeth, “that fucker must have done something to with wires. I bet that he is right outside the van, or under it.” Chills run down my spine. We didn’t even hear anything. Was that guy some freaking ninja or

something?! I looked through the front window, but I saw only the darkness of the night. “Aren…” I mumbled fearfully, feeling as if I found myself inside of some horror movie. I heard Aren cursing under his breath before he started running in our direction, and Chris followed him.

“Cora… No matter what happens, stay in the van!” Aren yelled while running.

Damian crawled back to our side of the van. I watched him and Eli taking their guns out of the small, hidden locker while taking rapid shallow breaths. I had never felt as useless as at that moment, watching them taking their guns off the safety and gesturing at me to hide in the corner of the van. Suddenly, something bumped at the van’s back door. I clamped my mouth with my hand to resist a scream. Another

hit came a second later, and then another one as if someone was trying to burst the door. “Shoot the fucker!” Damián shouted at Eli and he started firing through the closed door, making holes in it.

Once they ran out of bullets, the bumping stopped. I cringed in the corner wishing to be elsewhere and praying that this sick situation was over. “Do you think we got him?” Damian asked Eli. Eli shrugged. “Don’t know, man. We need to check.” “Don’t open the door…” Everything inside me screamed that we should just wait, but my breathless pleading didn’t reach Eli and Damian’s ears… .

Eli jerked the door wide open. A second later, he fell to the floor with a bullet in his head, landing less than a foot away from me. My mouth opened in a silent scream. I had never faced a sudden death, but now I was looking into Eli’s dying eyes staring back at me. A heartbeat later, they became lifeless, and Eli’s blood flooded the van’s floor reaching my feet. Damian reloaded his gun, and roared, cursing before jumping out of the van. It was useless… As his feet touched the ground I heard the whistling sound of the silenced bullet. Damian’s dead body fell to the ground a second later.

I could hardly breathe. Tears flooded my cheeks as I sat on the floor, petrified. As I tried to silence my cry, I heard Max’s spiteful giggle. It sounded much more terrifying now when I knew that person was only a few feet away from me, and I waited pa

zed by fear.

I barely flinched as he jumped into the back of the van and pointed his gun at me. I could only see his smirking mouth as the rest of his face was covered by his black hood. “Stay away from me…” I whimpered, shivering in fear. He laughed and stepped closer, kicking Eli’s body to the side. “Well, well… what a treat. You look delicious…” He squatted in front of me, his gun’s cold metal touching my cheek. “I bet those lips can suck a dick well,” he whispered, staring at my lips while moving his gun’s barrel against the skin of my neck down to my cleavage. “How about we have some fun?” He grabbed my hand and yanked me up to stand before him. I yelped, unable to control my shivering. He chuckled coldly and

started kicking Eli’s body out of the van. I tried to release myself from his grip but seeing the gun in his hand I became absolutely petrified.

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“Please… let me go,” I begged. He smirked and took the hood off his head, allowing me to see his face. I knew it wasn’t a good sign. Men like him don’t leave witnesses alive, and it had just become certain that he was planning to kill me. I swallowed hard, looking closely at his features. He was an Asian with piercing black eyes and very short black hair. His thin lips curved in a wicked grin as he stared at me.

“Time to go; you are coming with me, darling. If you do me good, I promise that I will let you live… for a while,” he said, chuckling icily. I had always hated the thought of becoming a damsel in distress, but at that moment, I played that Aren showed up here fast…

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