I take another strangled breath as I use a propane tank next to the building to keep my balance, but the pain in my leg has me falling onto my hands and knees in an open area. I start to crawl, stones digging into my palms.
Keep going.
Just keep going.
Koslovs don't give up until our last breaths.
I hear howling and maniacal laughter behind me. Easily
ten men. Pushing myself back to my feet, I struggle with the clip of the gun, my eyes still going in and out of focus.
One bullet. Shit.
One of the men lets out a sharp whistle to taunt me.
Go fuck yourself, asshole.
I stumble to the side, push the clip back in and train the gun on the propane tank.
At least I got the past couple of days with Luca. It's more than I could've hoped for.
As the men creep closer, slapping baseball bats against their palms and aiming their weapons at me, a broken sob escapes me.
I'm not ready to die. Jesus. There was still so much I wanted to do.
Another sob bursts over my lips.
I love you, Luca. So much.