The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

Percival’s car was bulletproof, a rolling fortress that ensured their safety amid the chaos.

Hunkered down beside the vehicle, Vivienne and Percival awaited the right moment to make a break for it.

But Astrid and Alfred were left without adequate cover, squatting behind another car that was riddled with bullet holes and leaking oil, a ticking time bomb waiting to ignite.

Inside the car, Cordelia was in hysterics, but Vivienne had locked the doors for safety, trapping her within.

“Astrid! Vivienne!” Dorian shouted, rolling down the window halfway, “What in the world is happening? Why are there gunshots?”

Vivienne pushed Dorian’s head back inside, yelling, “Get down!”

Observing their surroundings, Percival realized they were sitting ducks – they had come for a birthday celebration, not a gunfight, and were unarmed against the hidden assailants. Their only chance was to pile into his car and get out of there.

However, Astrid and Alfred were at a distance, and rescuing them was no simple task, not to mention the car was already packed to the brim.

As the gunfire continued, Vivienne took charge, instructing Dorian through the window, “Dad, get Thaddeus down by the passenger side footwell. You hold Mom and squeeze in. Hurry!”

Dorian nodded rapidly, thankful Thaddeus was small enough to wiggle into the tight space. Once settled, Vivienne swung open the door and slid into the driver’s seat, with Percival following and shielding Thaddeus.

Vivienne honked twice, signaling to Astrid, who pointed out a route to save them with a circular hand motion.

With a twist of the ignition, Vivienne floored the accelerator, using the bulk of the car to block incoming bullets as Astrid and Alfred dodged the remaining gunfire.

Reaching a rendezvous point, Dorian, flustered by the chaos, forgot to open the door. Astrid leaped through the window, opened the door, and yanked Alfred inside before slamming it shut.

to see several assailants emerge from the shadows, grenades

tight!” She yelled, spinning the

attackers. The grenades exploded behind them as Vivienne’s vehicle careened toward the scattering foes, not sparing a single one. The car struck with such force, sending them tumbling through the air before crashing to the

gripped Percival tightly, witnessing

Thaddeus’s head as he spotted a straggler on

for the car to pursue,

opened the car door, carrying Thaddeus

standing fired his pistol. However, Percival evaded swiftly, arrived before him in the blink of an eye,

the chaos

off the hood and swiftly applying pressure points to subdue him and the others. They would not die, but they would

other, shaking uncontrollably. They had never experienced anything like this, and

and collected. She even helped Alfred attend

and said,

Astrid exchanged glances before joining Vivienne and Percival, tying

usual flair, “Holy smokes, that was like a scene straight out of an action movie!

fine. Take these guys away and

Leopold replied, then paused and said, “Wait, if I leave the car,

was really dull. He had

grunted and called for backup. While waiting, he could not help

took care of the scene, allowing Percival to offer

bottle with trembling hands, offering it to Cordelia, who waved and rejected it because

noting the need for later counseling. Otherwise, what had happened

get in the car with Thaddeus. Mr. Wolf will take you home,” Vivienne