{ PT. 5 } - The sharp-edged missile missed their heads by a micro-second, wedging itself in the decking where it remained a blazing torch. Kurush slipped through Christiano's grip like melted butter, and his body slid towards the mouth of a hungry ocean. Christiano's hands grasped at empty air as Kurush's descent continued. He stretched his torso across the deck and propelled himself in the same direction. As his body slid down the sloping deck, he stretched his arm as far as he could and just managed to grasp one of Kurush's fingers. With his other hand, he clasped his wrist and began to haul him up. Frya and Angelica knelt by his feet and clamped their arms over his legs until Kurush was back in the safety of Christiano's grip. I have him. He's fine. Now, get to the lifeboat. I'm right behind you. The women reached the bright orange vessel. Are you all okay? The weary voice of Achilleus approached them from another angle. His right foot dragged behind h...
CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN ( PT. 1 ) - The afternoon sun made its last tribute to the day as the car journeyed back to Christiano's hometown. Enzo rubbed his bloodshot eyes while Ricardo concentrated on the his face. I knew I should have killed the priest, but that she went crazy and you stopped me. It would have taken me a few seconds to pump some rounds into the back of that truck. And what about the old man driving? He would have been a witness. Would you have killed him too? Listen to you. Enzo's face was contemptuous. As far as I'm concerned I made the right call. The police were fast approaching and we would have been caught. I would have shot them too. So Don Primo pulls a few strings. It wouldn't be the first time. Enzo rolled his eyes. Okay tough guy, next time...
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