Chapter 60 Playing Chase

Why do I want to go back to the city?
Because this is not me, I cannot hide in a hole and fear for the day that Vic Stone finds me. I can see that it is working on Trinity. She pretends to be happy, but I know that deep inside, she misses her old life.
Ya, I do too.
I love my old life; I miss doing what I am best at doing. In a way, I am protecting Trinity still, but I have to protect my own ass. I cannot describe the fear that I feel having to look over my shoulder when I even make the simplest trip to the store.
So I was wrong.
I thought that this is what Trinity and I needed, but in the same breath, I know that once we are back that I will probably never see her again. If Vic were not so damn hard-headed, then we would not have done what we did. If I thought he wanted me dead before, he would rip me apart after this.
If this fucking war can just get over. But greedy men like Vic will never rest until they get what they want. And let us not forget Karlo that still firmly believes that he will marry Trinity one day.
Do I really then want to carry on hiding?
Well, I need to make this decision, and I need to make it before I get back home. Trinity refuses to leave the house, so it is up to me to keep us on living. I somehow feel that I forced her to do this, though I know that she never said no.
So it is in deep thought that I make my way home in the afternoon, the sun burning hot and heavy on my skin. If I were not afraid for us to be discovered, this would have been the perfect extended vacation.
But another thing that has crossed my mind is can we live in the city without being noticed? Then this would have been all worthwhile. Though I know the temptation for Trinity to go out shopping and go do whatever the woman does, is going to be too far of a big temptation.
Ya, I cannot do this.
I have come to my decision; I would rather face Vic and hiding out.
But that thought is soon pushed to the back of my head as I notice that I am being followed. Now whomever the unlucky bastard is, he is not very discreet, for I picked him up the minute I left the store. And the SUV with black tinted windows gives me a clear indication of whom it can be. I just fucking hope that it is not Vic that has come to fetch his little princess, for then I am fucking dead.
Without having to cause much alarm and give them the impression that I have spotted them, I make my way down a side street. I glance briefly over my shoulder and see as the SUV passes straight past the street, but not even seconds later, I hear it slam breaks and the slamming of two doors.
It is time to get the fuck out of here.
Winding my way through the back streets of the little town between the buzzle of the streets, I soon find myself at the edge of town close to the resort where we are staying. Should I dare to lead them straight to Trinity? I know that they are short on my tail, and the minute I step in the open, the SUV will be spotting me. With one quick glance, I can see them coming up from the very bottom of the street.
So I take my phone, we need to get out of town. With one swipe, I immediately have Trinity on the line, "Princess, pack what is necessary and meet me back at the boat."
I hear her fumble to find the words, for she knows what is about to happen, "Have they found us?"
"Yes, princess. Someone has picked up my tail. I cannot come back to the resort. I am going to have to lose them. Just meet me back at the boat."
"But Colton…"
"No buts, princess. Do it just as we practiced. If I am not there in half an hour, then you leave without me."
"No."
"Princess, please. Just do as I say. I will see you know. I promise I will be okay."
With that, I drop the call and take one deep breath. Yes, I cannot promise her that I am going to be okay. If this is Vic, then I am dead. If this is Karlo, then he is taking me back to that hell hole that he calls home. Either way, I am fucked. I need to get out of this town.
So with one…two…three… steps, I walk out from between the buildings into the main road. From afar, I can see the SUV turning around; he must have gotten word where I am headed.
Then all chaos breaks loose.
From behind, the two men that are now coming into clear sight start to break loose with gunfire on me.
Ya, this is Vic.
I am fucking dead.
With bullets zinging past my head, I make my desperate mad dash across the main road and disappear off into the lush bushes and trees that are at the perimeter of the resort. I snap my neck back and watch as the SUV comes to a dead stop and two more men climb out of it. The other two are now crossing the road and in only but mere grip away from me.
I am not going to get away.
I am outnumbered, and I do not want to break loose in gunfire in public. So I drop whatever I have in my hands and stop in my track. I turn around two faces the two upcoming men and take my stance. I can see the clear amusement on their faces as I am ready to take them on.
The smaller of the two rushes straight for me, and without even coming to a stand, he swings his fist at me. With one quick snap of my arm, I retract it and launch a blow at his face. My knuckles make contact me his jaw, and it throws him off balance. He stumbles back up and tries to make contact with my cheek. I swerve to the side and miss his blow by mere inches.
As he tries to find his balance again, I swing my fist and crash it square on his temple. He stumbles back and falls on his fucking ass. Then from out of nowhere, the second comes rumbling towards me. He tries to smash a blow into my stomach, but I hunch over and miss the impact. While he tries to regain his stance, I hit him with one perfect undercut, and he, too, find his ass on the ground.
But next, just as I am about to turn around and make my way to the boat, another man appears from around the bush. With his gun firmly aimed at my head, he starts to approach me.
I am not getting out of this alive.
So I make the split-second decision and grab for the reach of my gun that is tucked into the back of my pants. If it is going to come down to a life for a life, then I am voting for mine. The man stops immediately as he sees me lift my gun and aim it at his own very head. He only but rumbles in laughter.
"You are not seriously going to use that?"
"Move one fucking inch, and I shall show you how serious I am. Now, who sent you?"
"Do you think I am going to tell you? You have pissed a lot of people off."
He steps one step closer, and I can see that his finger is itching to press that trigger of his gun. I grab a firmer hold on my gun and remind myself why I am doing this. I need to protect Trinity, even though I am the one that is being hunted.
Without having to think for another second, I gently squeeze the trigger, which is as light as a feather. I hear the click, and it sends shivers throughout my spine. In the depths of my mind, I can see a bullet moving in the chamber; it passes through the chamber, and with one snap, it leaves the edge of the gun. I can almost see as it travels with perfect precision through the air and pierces into the skin of this man.
As he drops down to the floor, I know that I have just started my own war.
But just as I am about to spin on my heels and head in the direction where Trinity is waiting for me, I feel someone grabbing me around my shoulders from behind.
"Fuck," is all I can but utter as I realize I had my back to the enemy.
So with one smug look on his face, he grabs firmly hold of my hands and stuck the cold barrel of a gun in my back. Playing the scenario over and over in my head of what is about to happen, all I have in my head is Trinity. And as I turn my head towards the room where we were staying, I can see her standing there. The damn woman did not listen to me, but this man is too busy boasting in his own glory that he has not noticed her.
As we get back to the SUV, I brace myself to come to face with one furious Vic Stone. The man swings the door open and pushes me into the back. Then from the seat, I come to face with the man behind this.
"What the fuck are you doing here?"