The Prodigy | ✔︎

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There was the sound of Russian voices slowly coming toward us as I could hear doors closing. Tears were falling from my eyes and my heart was pounding in my chest. I was going to die. I was going to die without ever saving my mother. I was going to die without ever seeing Saint again. This was the end.

Leo seemed to hear it too. He grabbed his gun from his jacket and held it up, ready for whoever. I couldn't understand how he remained so calm even with his wound. The situation was probably 100-2. The chances of our survival were slim to none.

"Here take this," he said, handing me a gun of his own. I grabbed it from him with a shaky hand.

"Can you move?" he asked me.

I wiggled my toes to make sure I could still move them. I even made sure I wasn't injured anywhere. It appeared that I had gotten lucky so far.

"Yes," I cried.

"Take off your seatbelt. Then, I need you to help me out. You'll need to take my tie off of me and wrap it around my leg to stop the bleeding. We have to do this fast if we want to make get you out of here, okay?" he asked. I nodded my head and quickly did what he asked. I undid my seatbelt with one hand while I held the gun in the other. Gravity forced me down onto the hood of the car where I winced. Then, I reached over and undid Leo's tie just before undoing the seat belt. I did my best to slowly bring him down onto the hood of the car without adding to his injuries, but I wasn't strong enough. He looked like he wanted to scream in pain, but he held it in. Dante was perfect practice for this moment as I used the tie to stop the bleeding in his leg. Thankfully, his other leg appeared to be fine.

Leo immediately reached to grab his phone, but it was gone. It probably flew out of the car during the collision.

He cocked his gun before urging me to do the same.

The voices were getting closer and closer.

"Stay here. If anyone comes to you, you shoot them. Do you understand me?" he asked. I finally got a good look at his face and noticed all of the glass pieces in his skin. Blood took up almost every single speck of his face. I wondered if I looked the same.

I quickly nodded my head.

He poked his head out through the window and began to fire. The men who hit us began to shoot back. I tried my best to hold back my sobs as I heard bullet after bullet being shot at us.

Leo was still fighting. He kept firing and firing, and I could hear some of the men falling to the ground lifelessly. He looked determined. He wouldn't let his boss down, and he would follow through on his mission. Leo was going to do anything to protect me.

When Leo began to slide more out of the car to get a better angle, a bullet fired into his arm before shooting him again and again. His gun fell from his hand and his body slumped against the ground.

I held my hand against my mouth to keep from screaming. My entire body was shaking as I stared at Leo who was probably dead. No one was left to help me.

I couldn't go down without at least trying to fight.

The shooting reluctantly stopped. I could hear footsteps coming closer and closer to the car. I held my gun up with a shaky hand, prepared to shoot if I truly needed to. The moment I saw their legs, I shot until he fell. I kept shooting. I'm not sure how many times I shot the fucking gun, but I couldn't stop. I couldn't hear, and I couldn't even think. I wasn't sure if who I killed and I didn't want to know. The thought would later creep up on me and squeeze me real tight around the throat and I would simply let it.

Suddenly, I was grabbed from the other side of the window. The gun fell from my hands as I screamed as loud as I possibly could. They pulled me out of the car and dragged me like a piece of meat.

I thrashed and screamed and cried. I tried to do everything I could to get away from the men. As they dragged me, I came across dead bodies. It was enough to make me lean over and throw up.

The person dragging me stopped to allow me time to puke out my entire stomach.

"Get her up! Take her to the car!" the man demanded once I finished.

A black sack was thrown over my head. No longer could I see anything. I was then picked up bridal style and carried to one of the black trucks with me kicking and screaming the entire time. They threw me in the truck and locked the doors.

"Let me out! Let me out!" I screamed, banging on whatever I could reach. The car started up and I could feel us driving down the road.

Tears were falling from my eyes as they ignored my screams and pleads.

Saint, where are you?

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I didn't want to be that THAT Wattpad writer that does a cliché ass kidnapping scene. HOWEVER, it really makes sense for this story and hopefully, you'll all see it in the next couple of chapters. Trust me.

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