Author's Note: sorry it took me so long to update, i've been busy doing... ok i wasn't doing anything but i got a good idea of where this story's going now.
Chapter 10
Sam's POV:
I wake up with a start to see that I'm sitting in the passenger seat of a car. I sit up and notice my hands are cuffed behind my back. The car has four doors and a backseat, and it's moving. I look at the driver seat and see Johnson sitting there; I can feel the anger coming off of him.
"Let me go." I tell him flatly. I have had enough shit today and I don't need him to add to it.
"You're lucky I don't have you arrested for this." He says still not looking at me.
"You don't have the authority to arrest me." I spit at him. He slams on the brakes, when we stop moving he turns to me, the fire in his eyes almost setting me ablaze. He opens his mouth and holds up a hand as if to scold me, but nothing comes out, his hand in the air forms a fist and he goes back to driving. He doesn't yell at me, doesn't have to, that look he gave me shut me up. "Where are you taking me?" I ask quietly, as if I were trying to keep from angering him again, which I was.
"I'm taking you home." He says with the anger still powerful in his voice.
"Thank you." I squeak out.
"Shut up." He spits at me. Eventually, we pull up in my driveway and Johnson gets out of the car, he walks around and opens my door and roughly pulls me out by my arm. He walks me up to the door and knocks, after a few seconds, Carly opens the door. Johnson pushes me through and tosses the keys to my cuffs at Carly. He then turns on his heel and walks away without another word. Carly comes up behind me and uncuffs me.
"Are you okay?" she asks me concerned.
"Yeah… no," I back up to a wall and slide down onto my butt, "He shot at me, Carly." I say, tears welling up in my eyes. "Freddie shot at me." I begin to break down.
"What? Were you shot?"
"No, but he fired a gun at me, told me to run."
"Why?"
"I don't know. There were a bunch of guys and they all spoke Russian. And Freddie was there and they were going to shoot me, Freddie stopped them, said he'd do it, took me out back, and said he had a plan and that I should run, that he would shoot and miss." I explain all of this as fast as I can, while crying, but Carly seems to understand.
"Okay, calm down, Sam." Carly says to me reassuringly, and I do, I stop crying and pull myself together. "Good, now… what do we do?" she asks wondering what we will do next.
"Now, we get some help." I say and stand up and hold out my hand, palm up to Carly. "Give me your phone please." And she does without question. I take it and go through the contacts until I find the one I am looking for. After three rings Greg answers his phone.
"Hey there." Greg says with his British accent.
"Hey Greg, it's me, Sam."
"Oh hey Sam, what's up?" he asks.
"I'm putting together a group to help me with something; I would like your help."
"Sure, what do you need?"
"Just be at my place as soon as possible, bring your gun." Then I end the call.
"What was that about?" Carly asks me as soon as I end the call.
"Exactly what it sounds like, I need Greg's help, and his guns." I walk over to the counter where my purse was sitting. I reach in and grab a piece of paper that had been sitting there for over two years. On the paper was a number, I dial it into Carly's phone and make the call. I wait as it rings, on the fourth ring, he answers it.
"Well, Samantha Puckett, didn't think I'd ever be hearing from you again." He says smugly into the phone.
"Get my name right. It's SAM BENSON. You should know, you were at the wedding."
"Right, how is Freddie?" he asks, getting nostalgic.
"In trouble, that's why I'm calling, bring all the weapons and goons that will work with me and get your ass over here." I bark into the phone.
"What kind of trouble?" the old friend asks.
"Big trouble, what do you know about the Russian Mafia?"
"That you don't fuck with them. Did they get Freddie?"
"Sort of, just get over here."
"I don't know Sam, that's a hard sell; I don't know how many guys I can get to get in the way of the Russian Mafia willingly."
"Tell them that any problems with the cops will go away, and I'll help you with your business for six months."
"Shit, really?" he asks bewildered.
"Really." I say with a sigh.
"Ok, I'll be there in a few hours." And he hangs up. I do the same and turn to Carly.
"Who was that?" she asks, curiosity burning in her eyes.
"It was someone that you may not want to see right now."
"Who was it?" she asked getting a little wary.
"It was your ex."
Freddie's POV:
"BOGDAN!" Alexi yells. I run into the room to see a very angry Alexi looking at me.
"What is it sir?" I ask warily. I notice that there are a lot of men standing in the rafters that ran along the length of the building. I also notice that there is a chair behind Alexi that someone is sitting in. I can't tell who because there is a black sheet over them.
"I've been given a lot of interesting news, Bogdan." He says, not moving at all. "Wait, should I call you Bogdan?" I tense and Alexi moves behind the covered figure and grabs the sheet. "Or should I call you..." and he rips the sheet off of a bloody and beaten Viktor, "Freddie Benson?" I look at him in shock. Viktor looks at me with an expression of pleading on his face, as if asking me to forgive him. He mouths 'I'm Sorry' but no words leave his blood covered mouth. "You don't have to apologize," Alexi says to Viktor, "You did your job, you can rest now." And he takes out a gun and shoots him in the head. Then, he turns to me. "As for you, let's see if you can survive being shot again," He says referring to my faked death, "But this time, no one will catch you when you fall." And he pulls the trigger. I jump to the side and the bullet hits me in the arm. I keep moving. "Kill him!" Alexi yells and all the men reach for their guns. I burst through the exit as they begin to open fire. I keep running, clutching my left arm. Soon the building is far in the distance. I soon reach the road and a man is going by on a motorcycle. With my good arm, I grab my gun and pull the trigger twice. The man goes down and the bike falls down I walk over to the man and take off his helmet.
"What the FUCK!" he spits at me.
"You'll be fine, I just got you in the arms, there's a hospital half a mile that way." I say pointing down the road. "You'll be fine if you make it there soon." And I take the helmet and walk over to the motorcycle. I put on the helmet and get on the bike and drive to the one person I can trust.
Sam's POV:
Greg, Carly and I sit in the living room waiting. Carly glares daggers at me and Greg is looking between us uncomfortably. Greg arrived half an hour ago in a trench coat, button down shirt, tie and khaki pants with his gun in a shoulder holster. Soon the doorbell rings.
"He's here." I say and stand up to get the door.
"You shouldn't have invited him, he's only trouble."
"That's why you dated him, you liked bad boys. Besides you broke up years ago." I go to the door and open it. He stands there with a posse of about twenty dudes behind him.
"Can we come in?" he asks politely.
"Sure, come on in, Gibby." I say and he walks in.
"That's all I get, 'Sure, Gibby'?" and he opens his arms, I accept the hug and we walk into the living room followed by his posse. "Hey Carly." He says when he sees her. She scoots closer to Greg, who looks at Gibby untrustingly.
"Hey Gibby." She says and glares at him.
"Enough, you two." I say and laugh quietly at the role reversal. "We've got work to do. Is this all you could get Gibby?" I ask gesturing at the group of men behind Gibby.
"There's a few more coming. But it's still a hard sell; even when they're high."
"Still dealing drugs, then?" Carly asks sharply.
"No, just weed." He replies and I roll my eyes.
"I said enough!" I yell and the two stop talking. "Gibby, what do we know about the Russians?"
"They deal in weapons and heroine mostly. They ship all over the country and are very elusive, I've been all over this city and I don't know where they are, just that they're here."
"They're at a warehouse outside town and have about a hundred guys working there, all armed." I say.
"How the hell do you know that?" Gibby asks curiously.
"I was there. How many men will we have when the rest of your guys get here."
"Thirty from me plus you two." He says pointing at me and Greg.
"Three." Carly quips, "I'm coming too." We all look at each other and break out laughing. "What?" she asks.
"Carly, you are not helping its way to dangerous." I say after I'm done laughing.
"So, what's the plan exactly?" Greg asks after wiping some tears from his eyes.
"Go in, find Freddie, and get out with as little men lost as possible."
"That's the craziest plan I've ever heard." Gibby says with a look of almost disgust on his face. "I'm in." he says, immediately replacing his look with a grin.
"Cool, we go at night, to try and avoid being seen. Greg, Gibby and I will go in first and if things get too hot, I'll give a signal to Carly, who'll send in the rest of your men to cause a distraction while we get out. Then we'll call you back and we get out of there." Suddenly there is a lot of rapid knocking at the door.
"It's probably, the rest of my guys." Gibby says when the knocking stops. He goes to answer the door, but before he takes two steps, a shot is fired. All of Gibby's men, Greg, Gibby and me pull our weapons. We wait for something to happen, then someone stumbles into view and he leans up against a wall. He's wearing a bloody suit holding a gun in one hand and the other arm hanging limply.
"Hey guys," Freddie says with the stupidest smirk I've ever seen, "Did you miss me?"
Were you expecting Gibby? i sure wasn't. Anyway, thanks for reading, now please review...please? i'll be your best friend... i'll give you a cookie.