Sentenced to Marriage by MadlainQ

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.

later, Jack’s team and Aren’s team got to the

let them fool

the last car, Jack?” Aren

before the exit. There were two

kicking something in anger before he suddenly froze. “Did you capture Max?” “No.” Chris’s reply came like a stab

still be around here somewhere. He shot tires in all of

that moved. Finally, we saw a dark shade running by the warehouse not too far away

try to get our van!” Damian shouted. Chris

front seats and crawled through it to sit behind the wheel. He

it work?!” he huffed

bet that he is right outside the

of the night. “Aren…” I mumbled fearfully, feeling as if I found myself inside of some horror movie. I heard Aren cursing

what happens, stay in the van!”

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