Filed to story: Bring It On My Mafia Life Novel (Rhea & Lukas)
“We have to go now!” He dragged her arm, pulling her along.
“No, what about Lukas….?” Winters looked down, expecting to see him lying on the floor in his pool of blood but it was the opposite. Lukas was on his feet, returning shots for shots at his enemies in the dark. And it wasn’t until he turned and yelled at her,
“What the fuck are you standing there for? Move it!”
Winters finally shook the shock away and realized that she was in the middle of a battlefield. She watched Macy get away and was tempted to go after her, but they were kind of in a perilous situation and overpowered.
Together, they got into a space between two containers and one of Lukas’s soldiers shot down a man who came from behind while another fell from the top of the container, having been shot down.
“How?” Winters was befuddled and didn’t understand how Lukas was still alive, she clearly saw him get shot. Unless he was a cat with nine lives, he better has an answer for this.
“Kevlar!” Lukas answered in the middle of throwing instructions to his men, “And you don’t have one right now, so you better get behind me!”
Thanks to the intensity in his eyes, Winters didn’t need to be told twice and got behind Lukas just as he shouted to his soldiers, “Diamond formation!”
In this position, everyone had a standard role and was flexible enough to the changing circumstances, providing coverage from all sides. They worked independently yet simultaneously as a team and Winters was protected in the middle.
Pray It Wasn’t Too Late
“We have to move! We are under too much fire! Kill the lights now, Samuel!”
Samuel turned and shot at the bulb light illuminating their position. The number of shots ceased as their enemies tried to make out their position with the light gone.
“Move! Move! Move!” Lukas whisper-yelled at them, intentionally lowering his voice in case an enemy is nearby and locates them with the sound. Even he knew their enemies were moving position.
As if to prove his point, a grunt of pain was heard and Lukas knew that a man was down. It was a good thing he came with the best of his men. They moved slowly yet vigilant in anticipation of hostile contact.
“I need a gun,” Winters whispered to him. She already released her bound hands and wanted to help. There was no way she would sit around and do nothing.
“Have you ever used one before?” Lukas asked her.
“No, but I’m a quick study.”
“The answer is no.”
“Lukas!” She said through gritted teeth, “We are under fire and under numbered.”
…..
“And I am with experienced soldiers and each move is carefully executed. You are much more dangerous to us with a gun than you are with nothing right now. Get behind me!” Lukas scolded as he shot at the figure he caught hiding from the corner of his eyes.
Although it was night, there were bulbs everywhere and they could not destroy all the lights because they too needed them to be able to see their enemies in the dark. Winters ducked and waited until the enemy fell and the exchange was over before she moved again having no idea where they were going. The container depot was too huge and it was late at night. How would they cover everything tonight?
“Shit!” Lukas cursed, narrowly dodging another bullet, “Richardo shouldn’t have this many people? Just how many freelancers did he buy? I didn’t know he had such wealth.”
“Not if he has the Bratva on his side?” Winters said.
Lukas went cold as soon as he heard that name and that distraction cost him because an idiot managed to get him in the side, knocking the breath out of his lungs but Samuel had his back, putting his attacker down with two gunfire.
“Boss,” Samuel came to his side, as Lukas leaned against the container.
“I’m fine,” He said, grunting. While the Kevlar inside his clothes offered him protection, it wasn’t hundred percent, and God, the injuries hurt like a bitch. There was only so much Lukas could do and he wasn’t superman. But at the moment, he had bigger problems.
“When is the reinforcement coming?” He asked, his chest heaving.
“They’re here. Just got confirmation of their position.” Samuel answered. As if on cue, another set of gunshots rang out and the pressure mounted on them decreased.
“Call Victor, he needs to know….” He groaned in pain, holding his side, “Richardo is working with the Bratva. He needs to be aware of that.”
“Yes boss,” Samuel answered, bringing out his phone to make the call while Winters moved to Lukas’s side.
“Are you okay?” She asked out of concern, seeing the sweat forming on his face.
“Pretty bad shape but I have survived worst,” Lukas told her while working at controlling his breathing. He didn’t feel much of the pain earlier thanks to the adrenaline, but now, his body was protesting.
“Is there anything I can do to help?”
“No, you can’t… Yes, you can. Tell him…” Lukas pointed at one of his soldiers who stalked out, protecting the boss in case an enemy snuck up on them, “I need the shot.”
Winters had no idea what the shot was but when she relayed the message, he rummaged through the small bag he carried, and the next minute, Winters returned to Lukas with an injection.
“Tell me you’re not doing drugs,”
Lukas wanted to laugh but it came out as a snort instead thanks to the pain.
“It’s called morphine, a pain reliever,” He added, “Just try not to get addicted.”
“I hope you’re not afraid of shots then?” Winters asked while trying to identify the thickest part of his deltoid muscle.
“You underestimate me this little young woman, why would I be scared of a needle…..” Winters inserted the needle at a nighty degrees angle to his skin with a quick thrust, silencing the rest of his words.
As she pushed the medicine into his muscle, Lukas drew back his head and shut his eyes, relishing the feeling of utter euphoria. Protected, warm, and safe, that was how a morphine shot felt like and it was no wonder it was so addictive.
“How do you feel?”
Lukas raised his brows at her question.
“Is the pain gone like that? You know, poof.” She snapped her fingers in a demonstration.
Lukas smiled and answered her, “It takes up to thirty minutes or sixty minutes to work but wears off after four or five hours. I should be able to get medical attention then, so you have nothing to worry about.” He assured her.
“Boss,” Samuel said, drawing Lukas’s attention and ending the conversation between him and Winter.
Lukas didn’t even need an answer, the look on Samuel’s face said it all.
“Shit!” He cursed.
“I can’t get through his line.”