from left to right, then straight in front of him again. After a few seconds, he looked over his shoulder at me and nodded that it was okay for us to enter.
Kennedy went in first, and I was right behind him. The moment I stepped my black ass through the door, we were ambushed by three men.
âRio, run!â Kennedy shouted as he let one off, hitting one of the men in the chest. That man fell to the ground.
This fired up the other two, who immediately began shooting. At first I was going to follow Kennedyâs orders and make a mad dash for the car, but heâd been protecting me since the moment we set foot on the doorstep. It was time I returned the favor. I started shooting at the two guys left standingâeven if I did position myself slightly behind Kennedy. Donât hate! Hell, his gun was bigger.
I swear it was like a crazy Western scene. It was two against two, and no one was backing down. Within seconds, another man inside Sonyaâs house was down, and then finally the third.
âHell, yeah! Thatâs what the fuck Iâm talking about!â I cheered. This was bananas. Weâd actually had a face-to-face shootout with three of Xâs men, and both of us were left standing. That was some shit.
Kennedy turned around and looked me in the eyes. âYou did good, Rio. I might have to buy you a drink after we pick up Vegas from the airport.â I thought I saw him fighting to keep the corners of his mouth from rising into a smile.
This man had done everything in his power to protect me. What I really wanted to do was run into his arms and thank him, but I played it cool. âThank you, Kennedy. I might just take you up on thââ
Before I could get the last word out, I heard a gunshot. Next thing I knew, I saw blood seeping through Kennedyâs shirt. He grabbed at the wound on his stomach, looking down at the crimson fluid flowing between his fingers. Then he looked up at me, his confused expression asking, What the fuck?
There was another shot, then Kennedy hit the ground. I immediately began shooting toward the doorway, backing up as I fired the gun. I saw a man lying in the doorway, taking his last breath. In his hand was the gun that had fired the last two rounds that took Kennedy out.
âSon of a bitch,â I murmured. Then I looked down at Kennedyâs blood-soaked body, and it came out as a scream. âSon of a bitch!â
Kneeling down beside him, I lifted his head into my hands. âKennedy, man. You okay? Youâre going to be all right.â
Gurgling through blood-stained lips, he gathered the strength to tell me, âGo. Go to Vegas, now.â
I shook my head. âI canât leave you like this. Iâm going to call for help.â
âNo! Youâre a Duncan. Youâre too valuable. Just go. Go to your brother. Lincoln is on the way.â
âIâm not leaving you. No way, not going to happen. I refuse.â
Barely able to move his lips anymore, he mumbled, âRio, I would have come out for you. Please go. Please.â He closed his eyes, and I knew it was only a matter of time before he would drown in his own blood.
Gently resting his head on the floor, I got up and ran to the car. It was unlocked, and the keys were still in it. Clearly Kennedy had known there was a chance we would have to make a quick getaway. I looked back toward the house and silently thanked him for looking out for me.
I had no idea if more of Xâs men were on the way, so I jumped in the car and wasted no time getting out of there. Fumbling for my phone as I drove, I dialed Orlandoâs number.
âKennedy is dead!â I cried out. âFucking sons of bitches killed him. O, man, we need to get that motherfuckinâ Brother X.â
Sasha
16
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