Chapter 114

Chapter 114

Four black vans thundered onto the street like a posse riding in at high noon.

They skidded to a stop, pinning Jasmine's limousine from the front and rear.

About twenty men poured out, each one armed to the teeth and hiding behind masks.

Their leader-burly, tatted up, and mean as a rattlesnake-stepped right up to the window, pounding on the glass with his fist.

"Both of you get out, or we'll blow this tin can to pieces!" He snarled.

Inside the limo, Jasmine's face went pale. The driver looked just as rattled.

"Driver," came Alex's calm voice.

"Y-yes?" the driver stammered, too stunned to keep his voice steady.

"I hear this car's sound system can rattle bones. Mind turnin' it up to full blast?" Alex leaned back, eyes half- lidded like he hadn't a care in the world.

The driver blinked. "What?"

'Is this fella crazy?' he thought. 'Bullets are spraying outside, and he wants music?'

"Classical, if you've got it," Alex added, letting his eyes fall closed.

Jasmine watched him, her own fear momentarily replaced by curiosity.

Then she looked at the driver, speaking softly but with iron in her tone. "Well? You heard the man. Play it."

Outside, gunfire echoed like a hailstorm on a tin roof.

The driver's heart clanged in his chest like a broken bell.

'First the crazy man, now Miss Jasmine? They both lost it, or what?'

But something in his gut told him to follow orders.

Swallowing hard, he reached for the stereo.

out a grand symphony, each note sweeping through the cabin like a warm wind across

trembled, turning the volume

shot a glance in the rearview

there with a lazy smile,

on his shoulder

'Courage isn't about not being scared;

plating,

he didn't know he was holding and muttered, "If I'm goin' down, might as well do it in

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he whispered a final

masked gunmen paused,

limo they meant to pepper with bullets was blasting orchestral music like it was

hitmen lowered his weapon,

the ground. "What in

his teeth in

an early

Afterward, you can have your fun with the

sick chuckle came from somewhere in the group.

if I care. Just do what you're paid

Suddenly, the tension shattered.

spun around and drew his gun-painting it dead at the

the hell's gotten into you?" the

gunman was shaking, sweat pouring down his temples. His finger twitched

into a slow,

than puppets once

The shot came fast.

jerked back, blood spraying onto

arc.

a

doing?!" one of the others cried, terror in

another mercenary turned his weapon on

trigger, and

if the

the ground, confusion in

them opened his mouth, trying to speak, and another bullet

was clear: whoever

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