Chapter 43

Gage’s POV

The jeep slows to a stop, but the rain of bullets doesn’t. When they do stop, I peep over the side of the jeep only to see something devastating.

“RPG!” Scarlett gives the word to what is about to happen as the man indeed launches a rocket-propelled grenade in the direction of the vehicle. The only time I have is to duck out of the way just in time.

Just in the very nick of time.

The only thing the explosion doesn’t do is take my consciousness. The damage is in every other place. My entire brain and sensory system are wracked from the force of the explosion, which also tosses me meters away unto the asphalt ground.

It takes mere seconds for the bruises to begin burning. My skin splits open at the elbows, which took a lot of the damage but was still somehow shielded by my leather jacket. Without it, I would probably get a peek at what my bone looks like.

Funny how I know what it does look like.

I crawl back as quickly as pos