Chapter 16

"You were the sole reason I got fired in the first place after that my family left, I have nothing. All because of you."

I shuddered at the declaration

"Sir I'm sorry to hear that but you got the wrong person."

"I'm going to turn you in and maybe by then they'll give me my old job back."

From the corner of my eye, I could see Rachel unsheathing her knife that was strapped on her thigh from below the table and Dylan could only kick her by her leg to stop her on what she was about to do.

With a sigh, I turned to the biker guy

"Sir you're obviously drunk and are having delusion's, I highly suggest for you to sit down."

The guy didn't take lightly to what I said, in frustration, he advanced his hand to grab me but I was quick to dodge it and quickly grabbed his arm, twisting it till he screamed bloody murder. A loud gunshot echoed through the background, I sat there stunned as his body falls to the floor with a loud thud.

"Oh God, you killed him."

Everyone could only stare at the heap of the body that lay sprawled on the cold tile floor, there was a hole in his forehead and blood slowly seep out of it. No one dared to say or move but one loud shriek made everyone snap out of their trance. The waitress wailed in fear and ran out of the dinner as quickly as possible, screaming bloody murder.

There stood at the other side of the dinner a portly guy dressed in a chef uniform but his potluck stomach made it ridiculous, the buttons look like they were going to snap at any moment. It was a miracle that it hasn't snap already. He was probably in his mid-50s, what surprising about his appearance was not his big belly but the shotgun he had in his hands.

"What the hell?!"

One of the biker guys uttered in disbelief, a bullet to the head made him silent for good. The portly guy could only glare at the last three and one snarls from the chef made them scrambled out the dinner. Some tripping on their feet as they got out. The woman who was serving them from behind the counter could only giggle at the three, who were scurrying away like scared little mice. Unlike the man she was dressed in a simple pink dress with a white apron on top of it, she was likely in her mid-30s. She had a fair complexion and her face was beautiful however her left eye was shut and had a scar ran over it, which ruined her overall look in my opinion.

"Now then, lass you're coming with me."

The portly guy bellowed in a gruff voice, he then turned to the one-eyed lady. In a different language probably Russian, he commanded her something which the woman nodded along.

"The 10 million will be mine." He proclaimed in a cheeky manner "now come here, the sooner we bring you in the better."

Gesturing with his gun at me to stand up.

'Dammit, I left my guns at the car'

I gritted my teeth in annoyance and a facepalm

'Why am I so stupid to not bring one when I knew for a fact a lot of people want me caught or preferably dead.'

With the cranked of the pump, the gun was pointed at me with the guys' finger already on the trigger, he was watching my every move like a hawk. Watching his prey intensively not daring to look away, afraid if he did the prey will unlikely be snatched by someone else.

"I'm gonna count till three you better be here by then, if not you'll see your friend's brain explode in front of you."

The threat only made me look at him in disdain and annoyance. A quick look at Dylan who nodded slowly, beckoning me to do it. I was to give him a questioning look but the way his eyes shone 'trust me' made me fall short

"3"

The counting began so as my panic but a glance at Rachel who gave me the same look as Dylan only subdued the rising tension in me.

"2"

Well, all I can do at this point is to trust them both, I don't have any option left.

With a heavy sigh, I stood up.

"Good now come here, we are going to hop on my car outside. Just the two of us."

The way he said it in a husky voice made me shiver in disgust and was ready to run away from here.

'Oh god, this was wrong on so many levels '

The thought made me cringe

He probably saw the horror on my face for a lopsided grin spread on his lips.

Halfway through I heard Dylan scream

"Get down."

The next thing I knew, I was on the ground as bullets rained down above me. After what seemed like a few minutes the gunshots died down and all seemed clear, in front of me lay the portly chef guy. A pool of his own blood puddle below him, I instantly bolted up to avoid it from reaching me and also the stench which made me gagged.

"Well, that was anticlimactic."

I mumbled under my breath as I look over the counter, the woman was also dead. Slumped back at the wall with three bullet holes on her chest that were still oozing out blood.

'Four people are dead because of me'

As the thought settled in, a huge wave of guilt washed over me.

'They're dead because of me.'

A part of me was saddened by the realization while the other part of me is like

'Serves them right '

The guilt suddenly faded when I noted that they died not because of me but their greed.

"So what now?"

I turned to the Dylan

"Well, we need to replenish our food supply then burn this place to the ground."

Dylan stated already pulling out stuff from behind the counter.

"We don't need another delay like this till we reach Russia."

The two of us started our work while Rachel was still busy eating my untouched fries, a room of 4 dead bodies with the stench of blood in the air didn't ruin her appetite at all.

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With the last box, I slammed the car trunk

"Is that everything?"

"Yeah."

"Now let's light this place up."

Dylan waited till Rachel finish pouring the last gallon of gas, shaking it to get the last drop out before tossing it with the rest. Dylan lighted up a match with a nod and threw it to the puddle of gas across from him.

"Let's go." He called out, heading to the car

As we pull away from the parking lot, I could only watch the side mirror as the whole place was engulfed in flames. We were already gotten four people killed this far, so early to be honest. I could only wonder how many lives would be taken in this trip, as we drove through the night.