Page 73 of Saved By A God
Holy shit!
My eyes widen as my heart lurches into a chaotic beat.
I shove away from the desk, then there’s another blast, and dust drifts from the ceiling and the screens flicker.
Gunfire erupts somewhere beyond the walls, followed by men shouting and the sharp blare of an alarm ringing through the prison.
I grab hold of Tim’s arm and look at Mikhail, who’s pulling a blue band up his arm.
The door flies open, and Rodian storms in with his gun in his hand.
It’s happening. They’re here!
The emotions pouring into me are so overwhelming that a lump forms in my throat, but I swallow it down.
My eyes snap to Tim, taking in his pale face. He looks like he’s one breath away from losing his shit. “Just stay calm,” I tell him. “We’re going to get you out of this hellhole.”
Tim nods, and when Rodian reaches me, he grabs my wrist and unlocks the cuffs quickly.
“Your people are here,” he says, and crouching, he removes the shackles from my ankles. “Yegor’s men are turning on mine, mine are turning on his, and everyone caught in the middle is about to die, so we need to move fast!”
Enzo.
Two guards rush into the room, their attention on something in the hackers’ hall, but Rodian and Mikhail shoot them before they even have a chance to notice us, then Mikhail shouts, “Run! I’ll cover your back, boss.”
We haul ass toward the other door, which Rodian shoves open, and we step onto a metal walkway stretching over what looks like a counterfeit operation center in what could’ve been a basement at some point in time.
Not weird at all.
It looks like the original floor has been demolished, leaving only sharp edges of thick concrete around the walls.
The whole space opens beneath us, the bottom filled with desks, counterfeit printers, cash counting machines, and wooden crates. Tables are lined up on the left, bundles of fake money scattered everywhere as the workers abandon their stations and scramble between crates. Some drop to the ground with their hands over their heads while others crawl behind stacks of loaded crates.
The guards shout from the walkways running across the large room, and on the other side are bays where trucks are parked.
It only takes a few seconds for it all to register.
Rodian goes first with his gun raised, keeping Tim right behind him, and when the guards open fire on us, a bullet hits near me, making me shriek.
“Rosie!”
Hearing Enzo’s voice, I turn to look, but Rodian yanks my arm and forces me to run, my bare feet slapping against the cold metal.
The walkway vibrates from all the movement, and when Tim trips over his own feet, Rodian lets go of me so he can haul Tim to his side and force the boy to keep going.
The railings are slick under my palms, and I duck when a round of bullets slams into the metal floor. “Jesus!”
Rodian turns and fires back at the guards without stopping. “Move, Rosie.”
“I am,” I snap, my shoulders pulled up to my ears.
Another burst of bullets hits the metal walkway, and I duck as it makes sparks fly into the air.
“Rosie!” Hearing Enzo again, I glance over my shoulder and see him as he storms onto the walkway far behind us. There’s murder in his eyes, and I watch as nothing is able to stophim from pushing forward. He takes out guards on the other walkways while running toward me.
“Enzo!” I scream.
For one second, his gaze locks on mine, then something hits the walkway, and it’s blown apart right behind me.
