Page 79 of Hunter's Hidden Camera
“Yes, yes, I would protect Nash,” I say. “Family is important to me too.”
“Bullshit,” says Nash.
Nikolai laughs again. “Bullshit.”
Nash says, “Do it quickly, Nikolai. I’ll hold him down.”
With the gun still aimed directly at my face, Nikolai releases the safety.
“Goodbye, little brother,” says Nikolai.
Suddenly, the blade of a knife glides through the open driver’s side window and slides into Nikolai’s neck. I turn and see Oscar,standing outside the SUV, having just stabbed Nikolai, who drops his gun. Oscar pulls the blade out, and blood gushes from Nikolai’s wound.
“What the fuck?!” screams Nash.
I kick Nash in the stomach, and he buckles.
Oscar opens my door. I try to crawl out of the SUV, but Nash grabs my ankle and pulls. He slams his fist into my spine. I yelp in agonizing pain.
I see the knife in Oscar’s hand. An opportunity. I reach towards the knife, and the spirit of teamwork tells Oscar to hand it to me, which he does.
I grip onto the handle of the knife as hard as I can and swing my arm backward, the blade cutting into Nash’s stomach.
Oscar helps me out of the car, and we start running.
I look back and see both Nikolai and Nash stumbling out of the SUV. Nikolai has both hands over his neck, trying to stop the seemingly uncontrollable bleeding. Nash has his hands pressed firmly against his stomach.
“Hunter!” Nash yells.
My name echoes across the neighborhood.
Simultaneously, Nikolai and Nash fall to the ground, their weakened bodies slamming onto the pavement with such force that it seems to shake the ground beneath my bloody, bare feet.
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I’m running at such a fast speed that I slam into the side of my car. I pull on the door handle. It’s locked.
“Shit,” I mutter.
My keys are in my jeans, and all my clothes got scattered when I got hit by the SUV and went flying.
“Yo,” says Oscar, catching up to me.
He’s actually holding my pants in a bundle in his arm. I guess he managed to pick them up as we were running away from Nash and Nikolai. He reaches into one of the front pockets, pulls out my car keys, and throws them to me.
I press a button twice on the key fob, and it beeps and unlocks all the doors. Once we’re inside the car, Oscar throws my jeans over my naked lap.
I start the engine, shift gears, and slam on the accelerator.
We’re both bruised and bloody. We’re still breathing hard. Our hearts are thumping like bass drums.
Oscar looks out the back window.
“Are we good?” I ask.
“Nobody’s behind us.”
