UNTIL I MET YOU : CHAPTER 271 – 280
About four men stand at the other side of the hallway, all fully armed.
I step out of hiding and shoot at them before they can pull out their guns. I duck into hiding as they shoot at me.
Bullets slam into the wall close to where I’m hiding as I breathe in. Who knew I could face death this way?
I come out of hiding and shoot back at the remaining men as they fall dead.
I walk to their bodies and shoot at the last guy, who’s finding it hard to die.
I take another turn, and the hallway isn’t ending.
I walk down the hall as two men walk in. I shoot at both of them before they pull out their guns.
Another guy walks out. I shoot him in the shoulder before he can pull out his gun from his belt.
He groans and grips his shoulder in pain.
I pull the trigger again, but it clicks.
Shit, I’m out of bullets.
The man smiles at me and reaches to draw out his gun.
I slam my gun on his cheek as his face whips to the left.
I quickly draw out his gun from his belt and shoot him in the chest.
A bullet hits the wall behind me.
“Bitch.”
I swiftly turn the man I shot to face the shooter, using him as a shield. I aim my gun at the shooter and fire. I hear a thud, and he’s already on the ground. I bite my lip and let go of the dead shield.
I groan and look at my arm. I’ve been shot. I breathe in and out, then bend down to pick up the assault rifle on the floor.
“God…” I groan at the pain.
“Fucking whore,” a man growls.
I point the handgun at him and shoot—once, twice, thrice.
I inhale a sharp breath and throw the handgun away. I pull the hammer of the assault rifle and continue walking down the hall. Another two men rush in, but I pull the trigger before they can react. I breathe through the pain in my arm and glance at their bodies before continuing forward.
The hallway stretches endlessly, like a maze. Another passage veers off to the left, leading to God knows where, and I follow it.
I shoot at every enemy I encounter as I advance. And then, I see the door—I assume it’s Moskov’s office, his hideout. I reach for the doorknob but pause. He must already be aware of the gunfight.
I step back slightly, raise my gun, and fire at the door. Bullet holes scatter across the wood as I keep shooting.
A groan. A thud.
I smile and stop firing. Twisting the doorknob, I step inside.
The room is a mess, objects littering the floor. And there he is—lying on the ground, clutching his stomach, glaring at me. He stretches his hand toward his gun, but I beat him to it. I step on his hand aggressively, and he screams in pain.
“You like that?” I ask.
“Fuck you, bitch,” he spits.
“Where is Gray?”
“How the fuck am I supposed to know? Your boyfriend is dead.”
I bite my lip and twist my shoe harder against his hand. He groans, his body shuddering.
“Where is Gray?” I yell.
“I fucking shot your man. You were there.”
No. It’s not true.
With tears in my eyes, I aim the gun at Moskov’s head—and pull the trigger.
UNTIL I MET YOU : CHAPTER 271 – 280
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