Page 123 of Sinister Intentions

Before I could go on and explain, the air was suddenly filled with the deafening roar of helicopter blades. We all turned, and I squinted against the sudden gust of wind.

My heart leaped into my throat as I saw another helicopter, a black one, approach from behind a neighboring high-rise, masked men standing on both sides, holding ropes in their hands like straight out of a bad action movie.

Time seemed to slow down as my brain struggled to process what I was seeing.

This couldn’t be real, right?

Vince tightened his arm around me, whirled us around, and moved us back toward the door.

But then, a shot rang out and pinged off the metal door.

Vince tackled me to the ground and shielded me with his body while Dante and Hero went down right next to us.

“Fuck,” Hawk shouted from the other side. He attempted to get near the door but dropped down, as well.

I looked up at the helicopter, which was almost above us.

What the hell was happening?

“Everyone, to the helicopter!” Vince ordered, his voice cutting through the chaos. Then he grabbed me by my waist and hauled me to my feet as if I were a puppet.

He grabbed my hand and pulled me along as we ran toward our own helicopter.

I stumbled, and my legs felt like jelly, but Vince’s grip kept me upright.

As we neared the helicopter, I noticed there was no pilot. For a moment, I panicked.

How the hell would we get out of here if there wasn’t a pilot?

The other helicopter was practically on top of us, and the violent gusts of wind felt like a tornado.

Vince grabbed my waist and threw me inside.

I scrambled aboard.

Hawk and Dante jumped into the helicopter with much more grace than I did. They passed me by. Hawk took the controls, and one of his guys strapped himself in beside him.

I crawled into a seat.

“Strap in!” Hawk barked over the noise, and I fumbled with the straps, my hands shaking so badly I could barely manage to grab them.

Dante reached over and helped me secure myself before he strapped himself in next to me. “Clear.”

I turned my head and stared at Vince, Hero, and one of Hawk’s guys, who were the only ones still not onboard. I focused on the masked face of a man on the black helicopter hovering right next to us who had his rifle pointed straight at Vince.

“Go, go, go,” Vince shouted.

There was a screeching sound, unlike anything I’d ever heard.

A violent gust of wind hit us, and the whole helicopter exploded with noise.

I reached out.

And then stared at Vince, who, instead of jumping into our helicopter, attacked the gunman in the other.

Suddenly, the whole world tilted until I couldn’t see Vince anymore as we vaulted off the platform and were hurled toward the ground.

To be continued…