COP MARRIES MAFIA

CHAPTER 3: DRAGON’S FIRE

Nex’s POV

“You got to be kidding me”, I barked as I pushed my way away from the stupid oafs and strode towards my cargo.

“How the hell did this happen overnight ?”, Cade roared.

“It’s Zero and his partner, Four. They sneaked in yesterday night and blew up the port”, the port guard answered.

“Tell me again why are you on our payroll ?”, Cade dangerously asked the jittery port guard.

“S-Sorry S-Sir b-but I-I didn’t expect t-that someone would b-blast away your place like that”, the port guard nervously stuttered.

“Since, the port does not exist. We don’t need a port guard either. Do whatever you want to do with this traitor, Cade”, I coldly said and put on my shades back before I came out of the shed and walked towards my car.

“They are here, Nex. Watch your next step”, Cade’s warning voice floated in through the ear piece.

“I really pity those cocky rascals right now”, I replied back amused. “Fire NOW”, I ordered and my men immediately took position.

Soon the music of the gunshots filled the area and I made a safe getaway from the port.  

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Alice’s POV

“What’s taking you so long, Four ?”, I impatiently asked as I saw the Dragon appear out of the port shed.

“He is walking along the trough, Zero. I can’t shoot him !”, Four indignantly replied.

“f**k ! Either the port guard ratted us out or they must have spotted us. s**t. s**t. s**t”, I cursed while packing away our equipment quickly. “MISSION ABORT GUYS. I SAID MISSION ABORT !”, I quickly ordered through the walkie-talkie.

“Make a run for the southern gate, Zero. Our jeep is nearby that area”, Four called out as we jumped from one roof top to another with the mafia men hot on trail.

“Gotcha”, I acknowledged and took a giant leap towards a low lying roof top.

“Zero ! Run faster !! There is a helicopter coming towards our direction”, Four’s warning voice buzzed through my ear piece.

“I got this, Four !”, I declared and spun around at the exact critical time as the rotors appeared in my line of view and shot two successive shots straight at the tail rotor and engine.

The death machine swirled around uncontrollably but the sniper in the helicopter managed to shoot a shot which unfortunately or fortunately, grazed by my shoulder without penetrating inside it.

However, the adrenaline rush was too high to even bother about the wound and we finally made it to our jeep and made a successful getaway from the nasty place.