Chapter 14

 

Eric

“Baby why don’t you come to bed?” Kelly said with a worried look on her face. She had watched Eric pace back and forth for the past two hours and every five minutes she would notice him look out the window.

“I’ll come to bed in a minute baby,” Eric said as he stared out the window. He didn’t know what it was but something in his gut was telling him that something bad was going to happen tonight.

“Is everything alright?” 

“Yeah everything is fine,” Eric lied.

“Baby don’t lie to me,” Kelly crawled out of bed and joined Eric at the window. She pressed her naked body up against his back. “If something is going on I should know about it,”

“Everything is fine,” Eric continued to lie. The last thing he wanted to do was upset or scare Kelly.

Kelly place her hands on her hips. “So you just going to lie to me right in my face?” She asked. “I know something is wrong because your gun closet is unlocked.” 

“Some really important people put a hit out on our family.” Eric finally told her. 

“So that explains all the extra security,” Kelly sat on the edge of the bed. She knew that the outcome was going to be bad but the question was how bad.

“If you want to leave I understand.” Eric said. “Where ever you want to go I’ll pay for it.”

Kelly stood up, grabbed Eric’s face with both hands, and looked him in his eyes. “I already lost you once and I swear until I die I’ll stand by your side.” She said then kissed him on the lips. She had no clue how much hearing that meant to Eric.

“Thanks baby I just want...” Eric’s words got caught in his throat as the sound of gunfire crackled through the air. Eric quickly walked over to the window and looked out. His eyes widened in fear as he saw what looked to be an army of men climbing over the iron gate and onto his property. Eric quickly pulled out his phone and dialed Jimmy’s number. “They coming for me they’re at my house now!”

“Say no more. I’m on my way!” Jimmy ended the call.

Eric ran to the closet, grabbed a silk robe, and tossed it at Kelly. “Here put that on!” He then walked over to the gun closet and handed her a Mac-10.

Kelly looked down at the machine gun in her hand. “I don’t know how to use this.”

“You gon learn today!” Eric said as he strapped on a Kevlar vest, grabbed two 9 mm, and stuck them down into his waistband. He then grabbed the AR-15 from off of the top shelf and walked over to the window. Eric aimed the rifle at the Columbian hit squad and began picking them off one by one. It seemed like the more Columbians he shot, the more that appeared. Eric took a second to reload his weapon when several bullets rain in through the window he quickly ducked down as a series of bullets peppered the wall leaving holes the size of a golf ball. Eric sprung back up to his feet and squeezed down on the trigger. He swayed his arms back and forth taking out as many of the Columbian shooters as possible. Eric ducked down again so he could reload his weapon again when out of nowhere a grenade flew through his window landing right next to him. “Shit!” He cursed loudly as he quickly hopped to his feet, grabbed Kelly, and headed for the door. The couple only made it a few steps before a loud explosion erupted and the force tossed them through the air like a rag doll, sending their bodies violently crashing through the wall as if it was made out of wet tissue.

Eric sat up and looked around for his rifle but it was nowhere in sight. He had lost consciousness for a few seconds but he had no clue how long he had been out for. Eric peeled himself off the ground then reached down and slapped Kelly’s cheek a few times trying to get her to come back around but it was no use, she was out of it. Eric placed two fingers up against Kelly’s neck and breathed a sigh of relief when he felt a pulse. His body jumped as he heard a loud roar of gunfire erupt. The gunshots were so loud that Eric could instantly tell that the Columbian gunmen had now made their way into the mansion.

“Urggh!” Eric growled as he lifted Kelly up and tossed her body over his shoulder. From the sound of the gunshots, Eric could tell that he was running out of time. He removed one of the 9mm’s from his waistband as he carried Kelly towards the panic room. Eric made it a few feet down the hall when one of the doors opened and a Columbian man barged out. Eric and the gunman both fired off several shots simultaneously, two bullets exploded in the mid-section of Eric’s vest sending him stumbling back into the wall while his two shots hit the gunman in his chest and neck dropping him instantly. Eric walked up on the wounded gunman and shot him point blank range in the face.

Blocka!

Eric’s entire body was in pain it felt like he had just been in a bad car accident, but he couldn’t let that stop him he had to get Kelly to the panic room. He struggled down the hall when another Columbian gunman spun around the corner; Eric quickly put the gunman down with two shots to the stomach.

Blocka! Blocka!

Eric reached the panic room and quickly punched in the codes and pushed his way inside the safety room. He gently laid Kelly down on the floor then exited the panic room and slammed the door shut behind him. When Eric looked up he almost shit in his pants when he saw a Columbian man aiming a rifle at his face. Eric closed his eyes and prepared for what was going to come next. A loud blast erupted and Eric opened his eyes and saw the Columbian man laid out on the floor with a bullet hole in the back of his head, standing behind the dead Columbian stood Pistol Pete holding a smoking gun. “Happy to see me?”

Eric flashed a thankful smile. “Thank you.” 

“There’s about thirty to forty Columbians downstairs,” Pistol Pete said as he picked up the dead Columbian’s rifle from off the floor. Eric picked up an A.K. 47 from off the floor as the sound of several machine guns being fired all at the same time sounded off.

“Sounds like the 4th of July down there,” Pistol Pete joked. “You ready?”

Eric nodded his head as he followed, Pistol Pete downstairs right into the heart of the gunfight.

Eric ran through the living room with his finger pressed down on the trigger. Rat, Tat, Tat, Tat! He put down several gunmen as bullets whizzed by his head. Eric stood in a low hunch behind the counter on a silent count of three he sprang from behind the counter and opened fire on anything moving. It seemed like every time a Columbian went down; four more appeared out of nowhere. Eric saw a Columbian creeping up on Pistol Pete from behind; he quickly aimed his rifle at the gunman and squeezed the trigger only to hear. Click!

“Shit!” Eric cursed as he grabbed a knife from out of the knife block. Just as the gunman was about to line Pistol Pete up, Eric jabbed the knife in the gunman’s back all the way to the handle then gave it a strong twist. Eric thought about jamming the knife in the gunman’s back again until he heard several footsteps coming from behind him. Eric spun just as more gunfire filled the air. He used the gunman as a human shield as bullets riddled and rocked the gunman’s body. Eric back peddled until his back hit the wall. There was nowhere left for him to run and standing in front of Eric stood four gunman. Out the corner of his eye, Eric saw a figure dressed in all black enter through the kitchen window with the quicken and quietness of a cat.

The man dressed in all black quickly fired four silenced shots. Pst! Pst! Pst! Pst! dropping all four of the remaining gunmen. When the gunman removed his black hood, Eric smiled when he saw that the man in all black was none other than Jimmy.

“You scared the shit out of me,” Eric said holding his heart.

“We good. I have a few of my men outside taking care of the rest of the trash,” Jimmy said with a smile. “But fuck all that, we need to find a place where we can lay low from Chico’s army as well as the cops.”

“I’ll figure something out,” Eric said as he turned towards Pistol Pete. “Get Mr. Goldberg on the phone.” Just as Pistol Pete pulled out his phone. The window on the other side of the kitchen exploded as a cocktail bomb landed on the kitchen floor, followed by two more than three more. Within seconds, the entire kitchen was on fire. Jimmy, Eric, and Pistol Pete quickly rushed towards the nearest exit.

“Shit, Kelly’s still in the house!” Eric yelled. 

“I can’t let you go back in there,” Jimmy said as he grabbed, Eric. Eric quickly broke free of his brother’s grip and ran back inside the burning house. The house was so smoky that Eric could barely see anything he had to use his instincts and memory until he reached the panic room. The smoke badly assaulted his eyes and nose as he punched in the code. Once inside the panic room, Eric quickly scooped Kelly up and tossed her body over his shoulder like a fireman.

“What’s going on?” Kelly couched repeatedly. She tried to look around but had no luck the thick black smoke made it hard for her to do anything.

Jimmy and Pistol Pete stood outside watching the mansion burn when out of nowhere they saw Eric come running out the front door with his pant legs on fire. They quickly rushed and put out the fire on his legs. 

“Come on we have to go!” Jimmy said as the sound of several sirens filled the air.