Suddenly, there was a huge crash, and the floor shook like there was an earthquake occurring. Everyone started scrambling, and I instinctively ran up the stairway behind me, which led to a catwalk piled high with storage boxes. Crouching behind the boxes, I drew my gun, then watched in horror as another crash happened and a portion of the brick wall crumbled. A dump truck was now sitting in the spot where my men had just been. At least four of them were laid on the ground, killed by the impact of the dump truck and the wall falling on them. Thank God everyone had scattered after the first crash or there would have been more casualties.
I began firing my weapon when two men jumped out of the cabin of the truck. My soldiers, who were now dispersed throughout the room, starting shooting also. The men from the truck began firing back, and bullets were flying like fireworks from both sides. A swarm of at least twenty of X’s soldiers came out of the back of the truck with their guns blazing.
Ducking down behind the boxes, I peeked through them at the scene taking place below me, and watched as my men were taken out, one by one. I leaned back, trying to think strategically about my next move. If I stood up and started shooting, I was sure to end up dead, so as much as I wanted to blow those fuckers away, I stayed put behind the boxes for the time being. It wasn’t long before the gunfire ceased.
“This way!” one of the invading men yelled, and they fanned out, stepping over the bloody bodies of my dead soldiers as they headed down the hallway. For a second, I was relieved that no one seemed to be headed up the steps, so I prepared to make my escape. Then someone yelled, “Check every room!” and I dropped back down behind the boxes in a panic. It was only a matter of time before one of them kicked in the right door and found my cousin. I had to get to her somehow.
Sasha
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“That’s it, baby. Give Momma that dick! Give Momma that big dick!”
I was bent over the desk in the office where Larry and I had ended up after our “convenient” trip to the bathroom at the same time. Larry was pounding me like it was the last * he’d ever have, when suddenly the building started rumbling. That shit was shaking so bad it damn near knocked me over. At first I was impressed. I’d done my share of fucking, but Larry was definitely the first man who had made the world shake like that. Then that fantasy died about a second later when I heard gunshots and knew that there was more to my earth-shaking experience than the skills of my well-hung lover.
“Did you hear that?”
Larry pulled his dick out and reached for his assault rifle, pulling up his pants. He was about to run out the door when I grabbed his arm.
“Hold up. Let’s evaluate this first. I don’t know if you want to go out there.”
My training told me that, according to the variety of sounds I was hearing, there were at least thirty guns being fired out there, and most of them sounded like Uzis. That was bad news for us, because our men were strapped with Tech-9s and assault rifles, not Uzis, which meant that someone was firing on them pretty hard.
“Evaluate my ass. Our people are in a firefight. I’m going to help my men.” I had to give it to Larry. He was about his business.
He pulled his arm out of my grip, but by the time he reached the door, the shooting had suddenly stopped. Whatever had happened, it had gone down that quick. I was just praying they hadn’t killed everyone. And by everyone I meant Paris.
“That’s not a good sign,” I whispered to him.
I heard someone yell, “This way!” and then the sound of doors slamming as they checked every room in the hallway. Larry and I shared a worried glance. It was only a matter of time before they reached us.
“Hide,” he said as he locked the door.
I squatted underneath a desk, while Larry stood by a filing cabinet, ready to blast the minute X’s men burst through that door. The doorknob jiggled, and he gave me a nod to assure me that he was ready to handle it. I wasn’t the least bit worried. Hell, so what if it was only two of us against twenty or thirty of them?
The knob jiggled again, and this time a man’s voice said, “There’s someone in there.”
Automatic gunfire left a trail of holes in the door, but it remained closed.