Mama's Mafia

Amy & The Hitman Part 1

The blood of Amy's father covered her hospital gown and her hands. Amy was sitting on the hospital room's floor holding the dead body of her father. She burned a stare up at a tall, well-built white man with a ponytail, donning a pristine black suit. Amy met Paul for the first time and she didn't want to meet him after what he did to her father.

"I'm sorry for killing your father and your sister," the assassin said to Amy through his Texas drawl. Paul played with the knife he used to kill Amy's father and sister. He smirked down at Amy while twirling the switchblade around between his fingers.

"Who are you?" Amy breathlessly asked Paul. She couldn't stop gasping after she cried over her father's body.

"My name is Paul Chandler. I'm Princess Death Row's personal assistant," Paul whispered to Amy.

Amy took a deep breath when she looked around at the dead body of her sister Lisa. Her sister's sunshine yellow dress was soaked with her blood and her body rested on the floor next to the hospital bed. Just a few hours ago Amy was laughing and talking with her father and her sister. Lisa came to visit Amy earlier in the morning. The mother of two boys didn't know it would be her last day on earth. She got a chance to spend her last moments with Amy.

The last conversation Amy had with her sister and father was about the fun they had together at the Super Bowl. Just a few hours later, when Amy got up from the bed to go use the restroom, she heard a loud boom inside the hospital. After she heard the loud boom, that's when three men barged into the hospital room. Two of the men carried high-tech firepower, and one man wearing a men's suit held a knife.

Amy recognized the uniforms on the two men holding the machine guns. She saw the same uniforms on the men who broke into her house and took her son. Amy recognized the words Death Row Corp on the front of the men's armored vests and the weapons strapped to their bodies. The Death Row Infantry-men stood over Amy pointing their machine guns down at her.

"You look just like Commander Chan. It's incredible. I can see why she wants you alive," Paul reached down to touch Amy's face.

He chuckled when Amy slapped his hand away. She gave him a murderous gaze. Amy knew for sure that God hated her. She couldn't swallow that the assassin just executed her father and sister. Amy thought losing her son was enough punishment. Every negative experience in the young mother's life slapped her at once as she glared at Paul through tears. The a*******n of her baby, her husband's death, her miscarriage, and her attempted suicide sunk themselves deep into Amy's soul.

"You are angry and frightened. I can see it in your lovely face," Paul said, still trying to reach down to touch Amy's spiked hair. "You are so beautiful. Your blonde hair is like a white diamond. You have the face of an ancient goddess. You look like my boss, and my boss looks like a supermodel." Paul praised Amy's beauty.

Paul's chattering and his hypnotic Texas drawl vexed Amy. She tried to hate his Matthew McConaughey accent so she wouldn't be enchanted by it. Amy continued to slap the assassin's hand away from her face and hair while rolling her tired eyes at him.

"You talk too much," Amy told Paul while cradling her father's body in her lap. She used the palm of her hand to clean the sweaty teardrops off her chin.

Paul chuckled, "Yes you're right. I do talk quite a bit. Please forgive me." The assassin agreed with Amy's observation while kneeling in front of her, looking her straight in her eyes.

"You said I look like your boss? Who's this Death Row lady you keep telling me about? What does she want with me?" Amy asked. She gulped while taking her eyes away from Paul's lustful stare. She tried to think of things to say to the hitman that would delay him killing her.

"Princess Death Row is a phenomenal woman. She's a CEO who sells many commodities, and I've worked for her for some time now. When she wants something done, she sends me to do the job," Paul explained, pulling a pack of cigarettes out of his suit jacket.

"So she sends you to kill people?" Amy asked with her light voice still quivering.

"No, not all the time. Sometimes she sends me to get things for her." Paul smiled while popping a cigarette between his lips. "She sent me to get you." Paul leaned closer toward Amy's face.

Amy lifted her eyes up at Paul. "What does she want with me?"

"That I don't know. She wouldn't tell me," Paul quickly answered Amy while lighting up his cigarette. He blew smoke in the mother's face. "She might want your body for conversion."

Amy swallowed while staring at Paul's pale, twisted lips which formed into a diabolical smirk. Amy felt her stomach contort when the hitman said something about her body being used for conversion. She didn't understand what that meant, but she knew that wasn't good.

Paul became sexually aroused by the confusion and fear he saw rising in Amy's eyes. The assassin took another puff off his cigarette. He looked down at Amy's father, blowing smoke on his body.

Amy wanted to strike Paul in the face. Her blood pressure elevated when the hitman kneeled in front of her, blowing cigarette smoke in her face and all over her father's body.

The only thing that took Amy's eyes off Paul's cigarette was a screaming little boy ran into the hospital room. She looked past Paul to see the frightened child running toward the hospital bed.

The 4-year-old had a bald head from his chemotherapy. Amy watched as the little boy struggled to hide underneath her bed to escape from a huge Death Row Infantry-man pursuing him. The soldier reached under the bed to grab the little boy.

Amy could see what the soldier was getting ready to do to the little boy. She counted a few seconds in her head and she was about to jump on the Death Row Infantry-man after he flipped her hospital bed over and was about to grab the child.

"Stop!" Amy flinched when Paul roared at the Death Row Infantry-man. His voice sent a thunderous shockwave throughout the room. The hitman slowly stood up, straightening out his necktie.

When Amy heard the hitman yell stop, it felt like a rumbling storm surrounded her. The frightened mother watched as Paul approached the little boy with his switchblade. The air left Amy's throat when she saw Paul strolling toward the sick child with his knife clutched in his right hand. In a split second, Amy's protective instincts kicked in.  

Moving like a lightning bolt, Amy kicked the two Death Row Infantry-men who stood over, knocking them down. The two men didn't expect to feel Amy's feet kicking them in their groin. The soldiers also didn't expect Amy to have such a powerful kick.

Both men fell down hard on their backs and the impact of the fall caused them to lose the grip on their machine guns. One man tried to stand back up, and he ended up getting knocked back down by Amy's elbow striking him so hard across his face, that she knocked his helmet off his head.

Without hesitation, Amy grabbed the soldier's helmet, hurling it like a football across the room at Paul. When the fast-moving helmet reached Paul, it struck the hitman dead in the face, fracturing his nose. It shocked Paul, and he became enraged over a woman outsmarting him. Paul prided himself on never being outsmarted by anyone. The Texas transman became even more angry when he realized that he was outsmarted by a young Asian woman. Being outsmarted by Amy hurt Paul's pride and it made him feel emasculated. He despised anything that had to do with womanhood and he could feel Christina quietly laughing at him from deep within because he got nailed in the face by a woman.

After watching Paul drop to his knees with his hands covering his broken nose, Amy bolted across the hospital room floor, snatching up the little boy. She kicked the Death Row Infantry-man who was still trying to grab the child. The man fell to the floor impaling himself with the utility knife attached to his belt.  

When Amy reached down to pick up the little boy, he swung at her at first thinking she was about to harm him, but the little boy calmed down when Amy kissed his forehead.

"It's okay, baby," Amy whispered in the little boy's ear after lifting him into her arms. She ran out of the hospital room, after striking Paul in his face again with her knee. Amy wanted to cry again when she looked around at the bodies of her father and sister. But there was no time for tears and Amy gathered herself. She clutched the little boy tight in her arms as she ran out into a crowded, dilapidated, hospital hallway.

Nurses, doctors, patients, and visitors who came to see their loved ones were all running for their lives. The hospital hallway looked like a war zone. Dead bodies covered the floor. Gunfire and smoke filled the air. There was broken hospital equipment scattered across the floor.

Amy ran over the bodies. Her mind couldn't figure out if this was a terrorist attack or something else. Amy ran down the hospital hallway, trying to make it to an elevator. She had to escape from two Death Row Infantry-men who tried to grab her and the little boy.

Amy discovered that her body could do amazing things. Her morning jogs and her daily exercise routines on her Peloton bike paid off. Also, the mother's UFC training helped her.

One soldier reached to grab Amy, and she leaped into the air, using her knee to knock the man out of her way. The second soldier who tried to grab Amy fell to the floor with a dislocated arm. Amy did her fighting while still holding the little boy with one arm. She made sure that her precious cargo was nice and secure while continuing to fight her way toward the elevator.

One soldier after the next would get knocked down by Amy's fist or her foot.

Amy released all her life frustrations on one Death Row Infantry-man. She knocked off the soldier's helmet and fell into a rage, taking an army knife off the soldier's weaponry belt and jamming it into his throat. Amy kept jabbing the knife into the man's throat while thinking about the cop who killed her husband. Thinking about the k********g of her baby made her stab the soldier more times in his throat.

Amy showed no mercy and she stabbed the man in the neck so many times that she partially beheaded him. Blood splattered on Amy's hand and arm, but the mother didn't care.

"I got you, baby," Amy whispered in the little boy's ear. She took the soldier's knife used to decapitate him with and rammed it into the kneecaps of another Death Row Infantry-man.

After crouching to the floor and stabbing the soldier in his legs, Amy used leverage to flip the man's two hundred pound body over her right shoulder. She killed two birds with one stone when she flipped the soldier into another man, causing them both to crash through a window.

Amy was closing the distance between herself and the elevator.

It took her six minutes to reach the elevator. She never turned around when she heard a bullet strike the wall a few inches away from her head. All Amy could do was pray that the elevator doors open in time.

She listened to the cries, screams, and repetitive gunfire behind her. The desperate mother kept praying under her breath while frantically pressing the elevator's down button. When the elevator doors finally opened, Amy found herself face to face with a machine g*n.

She used her hand to knock the machine g*n toward the ceiling before the soldier could pull the trigger. After Amy knocked the soldier's g*n into the air, she used her foot to drive the soldier backward. She ran into the elevator, sitting the little boy down on his feet, so she could finish taking care of the soldier.

Amy felt she could handle the soldier when she saw that the Death Row Infantry-man was another woman. She elbowed the woman in the face before pressing the elevator button that led to the hospital's underground parking garage.

Amy needed to multi-task. She would check on the little boy before switching her attention to the soldier who kept trying to punch her. The Death Row Infantry-woman struggled to stand after getting nailed in her face repeatedly.

Amy counted her punches the same way she'd count her steps when exercising on her treadmill. A cat fight ensued. Amy knew she was in trouble when she heard the woman call her a f*cking b***h under her breath.

A blow to Amy's chest prevented her from delivering another punch. She fell back against the elevator's doors and watched as the Death Row Infantry-woman stood up after removing her helmet. The female soldier threw down her helmet, revealing her tough as nails, Russian accented facial features.

The soldier was beautiful, but her beauty had a slight masculine definition. She had a prominent jawline for a woman and her half-shaved head made her look like a gothic. A scar that went from the woman's left eye down to her chin looked like a tiny snake under her skin.

Amy could see a thirst for blood in the woman's eyes which rattled her. Things took a deadly turn when the soldier pulled out a long hunting knife she had strapped to her leg. The soldier reached for the little boy and Amy sprung into action.

She tried to stop the Death Infantry-woman, but got slashed across her forearm by the knife. The blade didn't cut too deep into Amy's skin, but it hurt like hell. Amy still had the knife she took off the Death Row Infantry-man she almost decapitated. It was time to use that knife and she went to work, even with her arm bleeding.

Amy refused to let the Death woman soldier harm the little boy. She needed redemption, and the young woman moved heaven and hell to do for this little boy what she couldn't do for her only baby. The two women lunged at each other with their knives like two tigers in the wild.

Amy cut the woman soldier across the back of her hand as payback for what happened to her arm. She performed a jujitsu move that involved locking the Death Row Infantry-woman's arm up behind her back. Amy locked the soldier's arm up, but she wasn't able to put the woman's arm behind her back. While locking up the woman's hand which was holding the knife, Amy struck the soldier in her jaw with her elbow.

"Is that all you got, b***h?" The soldier hissed before taking her fist and striking Amy across her face. After punching Amy, the soldier unlocked her arm and she attempted to stab Amy in the neck.

"Sh*t!" Amy said under her breath when she saw the knife's tip approaching her face. She leaned all the way back doing a Neo-Matrix dodging bullets maneuver. Amy's eyes followed the woman's knife as it passed over her face. The blade missed the tip of Amy's nose by a fraction of an inch. She jumped back while ducking her head down again and missing another stabbing attempt.

Amy moved like an Olympic gymnast. She didn't let the elevator's tight enclosed space hender her mobility. Amy did a few backflips while trying to avoid being stabbed. She infuriated the woman soldier by kicking her in the head after doing a backflip.

"Didn't see that one coming, did you, b***h?" Amy didn't let her heavy breathing stop her from mocking the Infantry-woman. She wiped the sweat off her neck before waving her finger, taunting the soldier. Amy shifted to one side, missing another stabbing attempt. When Amy jumped out of the way, she stabbed the soldier straight through her wrist at the same time. Amy let out a startled gasp when the Death Row Infantry-woman cackled at her maniacally after getting stabbed.

Amy didn't expect the psychotic laughter after stabbing her opponent. She knew the Death Row Infantry-woman was in pain when she dropped her knife. Amy tried not to let The Joker-like laughter distract her.

The woman soldier ignored the pain radiating through her punctured wrist. She had another trick up her sleeve, hoping her laughter would catch Amy off guard. The soldier almost captured Amy when she pulled out her Ruger SR9 semi-automatic pistol, aiming it at Amy. But the Death Row Infantry-woman forgot to reload her magazine which meant her g*n was empty. The soldier pulled the trigger only to hear her g*n respond with a click.

"F*ck!" The soldier whispered out in disgust while throwing down her g*n. She swallowed hard when she looked back up at Amy. For a minute, the soldier stood there, rubbing her sweaty palm against her leg. Out of desperation, she jumped down on the floor attempting to grab her machine g*n when she saw lying near Amy's feet.

The soldier made the wrong move and Amy made her pay. Amy drove her knee straight into the woman's skull.

She took her knife and plunged it into the woman's shoulder. Amy twisted the knife, causing her opponent to release a blood-curdling scream.

When the soldier felt the knife enter her other shoulder, she knew it was over for her. Amy fileted the woman, stabbing her in the neck and in her right eye within two seconds.

Blood shot up everywhere and Amy kept stabbing the soldier in her spine while she was down on the floor screaming. The Death Row Infantry-woman's body became pincushion and some of her blood sprinkled up on Amy's face. She stopped the soldier's cries for help when she stabbed her in the neck again, amputating her jugular artery.

Amy ripped off her hospital gown, throwing it down on the elevator floor. At first, she didn't notice that she still had on her black floral blouse and blue jeans beneath the gown. The killing machine mother went back to stabbing the Death Row Infantry-woman who was crawling across the elevator floor moaning in agony with her hand trying to stop the bleeding in her neck.

When Amy stabbed the soldier in the back of her skull and rotated the knife, she killed the woman instantly. The front part of Amy's blouse was drenched in crimson red. The torn left shoulder strap connected to Amy's blouse almost exposed her left breast.

After killing her opponent, Amy stood over the woman's body taking in an exhausted deep breath. She scared herself after she realized how viciously she killed the Infantry-woman Amy forgot about the little boy. When she remembered he was in the elevator, her heart almost stopped when she thought she had scared the little boy by stabbing the woman to death in front of him.

Amy assumed the worst, but when she looked up, it surprised her to see the boy smiling while sitting in the elevator's corner. Even though the little boy smiled at Amy, his eyes still looked tired from crying.

The child looked gorgeous, despite his cancer. He had radiant brown skin and his bald head, along with his ethnic beauty, made him look angelic. The hospital gown gave him the appearance of a little white-robed monk filled with wisdom beyond his years. The mother could see in the child's eyes a sorrowfulness, even through his smile. She was about to approach the boy, but instead, hopped up from the floor and ran to her, wrapping his arms around her waist. Amy dropped the knife after realizing that she was still holding it. When the boy ran and hugged her, the young woman released a soft gasp and her eyes became misty.

She lifted the child up into her arms and carried him over to the corner of the elevator, away from the Infantry-woman's body. Holding the boy was like holding her son again. She missed that feeling.

"Hi beautiful, my name is Amy," Amy introduced herself to the child through a whisper. She giggled while sitting down on the elevator's floor, resting the tip of her nose against the little boy's cheek.

"My name is Azad Kumari." The boy pointed to himself while studying Amy's face.

"That's a beautiful name," Amy caressed Azad's face. "Are you okay? Are you hurt?" Amy asked, rubbing her hands across Azad's arms and checking for cuts and bruises.

Azad shook his head. The child reached up, putting his tiny fingers through Amy's blonde hair.

"I miss my papa," Azad whispered to Amy. "My papa was talking to me, and these men came into the room and shot my papa," Azad explained. 

"I'm so sorry baby," Amy hugged Azad tighter, and she nestled her face against his forehead.

"I had stomach cancer and my papa took care of me." Azad continued. "The doctors had to remove a tumor in my stomach and my papa was crying because he thought I would die during the surgery." Amy watched as Azad lifted his hospital gown, revealing a long healed scar across his stomach. She stroked her finger across the scar. "This was supposed to be my last day in the hospital. My papa told me he was gonna take me to a waterpark today to celebrate. He kissed me on the forehead and that's when these men came in and shot him.

Amy rested her lips against Azad's head after he told her what happened.

"I'm so sorry," Amy whispered in the boy's ear immediately identifying with Azad's loss. She watches as Azad stroked his tiny fingers across the palm of her hand.

A gentle long silence filled the elevator. Amy caressed and kissed Azad's hand. Azad went back to stroking his fingers through Amy's hair.

Amy just wanted to sit on the elevator floor and hold Azad while thinking about her little boy. She knew she couldn't stay inside the elevator when she saw the doors open. She enjoyed holding Azad and feeling his curious little fingers touching her face and her earrings.

When the elevator's doors opened to reveal the hospital's underground parking garage, Amy forced herself to stand to her feet.

She hoped to find her sister's car. Amy pulled the car keys out of her sister's purse while she was holding her dead body. She didn't want to think about how she sobbed while cradling her sister. Amy didn't want to think about how the hitman laughed down at her while she was crying over her father's face. Amy had planned to make her escape. With her dying breath, Amy's sister told her to get her car keys so she could escape. She then told Amy not to cry. Those were Lisa's last words.

Amy didn't want to leave her sister and father at the hospital. When she saw Azad run into her hospital room, that's when she had to take her older sister's advice.

Amy didn't look down at the woman soldier's body. She stepped over body, avoiding getting the soldier's blood on the bottom of her feet.

Amy thought about every pleasurable moment she had with her father. She thought about the Chicago Cubs game went to with her father when she was thirteen, and how her dad spilled mustard on himself after a failed attempt to take a bite out of his Chicago-style hotdog.

Amy laughed when her dad made fun of himself after noticing ketchup and mustard decorating his shirt. Amy's father had a talent for making her and her sister laugh. She thought about how her dad did a spot on Denzel Washington impersonation, and had his daughters losing their stuff laughing. Growing up, Amy always saw her father as her hero. He had a tough but gentle persona. Most of his nurturing personality traits got passed on to Amy. She thought about how her father would wear his Nike cap backwards and would sport his tattoos beneath his muscle shirts. She always considered her father to be an extremely handsome, but rugged, Korean of her favorite action movie hero, Bruce Willis. Amy would tease her father, calling him her Bruce Willis Papa Bear, which he hated.

After Amy's mom passed away, her father was always comforting her and her sister. Amy thought about the times she spent going out to dinner with her father after getting off from work.

Amy was nervous when she had to do her first sports report on live television, and her father was there telling her that everything would be okay. It would take a while for Amy to register that she lost her father and sister. Lisa was more than a big sister to Amy.

Amy thought about when her sister took her to a nightclub and how she punched a guy out for harassing Amy. It was a girls night out that she would never forget. Amy's sister was a good aunt to her son, always buying Eric gifts whenever she'd come to visit her sister and nephew. Amy couldn't stop thinking about Lisa's two boys. Lisa told her not to cry, but a few tears escaped Amy's eyes when she thought about Lisa's children and if the boys were safe. She wanted to know where they were so she could protect them. Lisa's youngest boy was 7 and her oldest son was 10. Amy's sister was a single mom. On most nights Amy and Lisa would discuss the joyous aspects of being a single mom over the phone or together over a dining room table. At the moment, Amy could only think about her sister's boys and where they were. Were they at school or at home? Were they somewhere safe? The thoughts bombarded Amy's mind.

While still searching for her sister's car, Amy realized her sister and father were her only close family. It still didn't feel real to Amy. She kept expecting to wake up and see her father sitting by her bedside holding her hand.

What was happening around Amy wasn't a dream. She also felt like she was in a movie or a Sci-fi Horror Fantasy novel. Amy's situation reminded her of a fantasy story she wrote when she was fifteen, about a young girl who lost her parents when an alien race invaded Earth and killed them. She felt that her story took on a life of its own. She never expected to experience a real life invasion. The Death Row Infantry-men were an enigmatic horror to Amy. She knew they weren't aliens. What confused her was that they didn't seem like they belonged on Earth, even though they came across as human.

Who are these soldiers? Are they terrorists? Where's the police? I'm holding this baby in my arms. Where the hell am I taking him and how am I gonna protect him? Can I be a mother to him? He's so cute. I don't want to lose him like I lost my Eric. I have to protect him. Who was that hitman? Who was that man and why did he kill my daddy and my sister? I can't believe he killed my daddy and my sister like that. Is this happening right now? What the f*ck is happening?  

Those thoughts stormed through Amy's mind.

Everything that she was experiencing didn't seem real. For a minute, Amy pondered on a thought that told her she was inside a virtual world and didn't know it. Possibly, her own personal Matrix? Amy didn't know how to deal with her current reality.

If her reality was real, Amy knew she had to deal with it. While holding her adopted son, Amy tiptoed between parked cars, trying to see if she could spot her sister's car. She had to move her feet even when she felt a stinging sensation radiating through her heels and ankles.

Amy felt like she had water in head and she felt a little dizzy. She maintained her composure, believing she could protect Azad and make it out of the parking garage without being killed by an Infantry-man. Amy smiled at Azad. She gave the child a warm quick kiss on his forehead. Even though Amy told herself that she would protect Azad, she kept hearing a dark female voice in her mind, telling her she would fail since she couldn't protect her own little boy.

I'm gonna get you out of here, baby. I just need to find the car," Amy told Azad through a relaxed whisper.

"I can help you find the car," Azad said. He reached down gently placing his fingers on the keyless remote car key sitting in Amy's sweaty palm. "When my papa couldn't find his car, he would hit the panic button on the remote," Azad explained. The little boy could sense Amy's frustration.

 "I was thinking about doing that, but I don't want to draw those bad men to us," Amy whispered. She kissed Azad again before looking over her shoulder. She rested beside a parked car, crouching down with her back leaning on the car's driver side door.

Azad nodded. "Yes, the bad men who killed my papa."

Amy put her eyes back on Azad's face. "You're right, baby, and I think those bad guys might be down here guarding the parking lot. We need to be very quiet, so those bad men won't hear us." Amy brushed her slender fingers against Azad's cheek. She took a deep breath before standing to her feet. Amy's legs were, and she used the side mirror on a parked SUV to help her stand up.

The hospital parking lot's ground was wet and cold beneath Amy's feet. Some wetness that Amy was stepping on was coolant and old half dried up motor oil that leaked out the engines of parked vehicles. Amy's stomach twisted up when she stepped on something sticky.

"Sh*t, gum," she muttered under her breath in disgust while trying to use the cold ground to scrape the gum off the bottom of her heel. "Come on sis, where the f*ck did you park your car?" Amy whispered through slight irritation. She continued on her tiptoes while moving between cars with her eyes searching for her sister's red pearl metallic 2020 Audi RS7.

Amy's eyes desperately wanted to find the German-built luxury sports sedan, which wasn't a hard car to miss. Lisa's car looked like a four-door Lamborghini and Amy gave the car the nickname, Supercharged Beast. Lisa's Audi was a 100 year old used car, but it still moved like a hurricane.

Holding and kissing on Azad kept Amy's heart rate down. She thought about Eric. Amy would never stop thinking about her baby. It was a struggle, but she tried to think positive, believing that she'd see her son again. Amy couldn't clear her mind when saw her baby in the back seat of the Infantry-man's car, screaming and banging his hands on the rear window.

She tried not to think about it, but the gunshot wound in her shoulder would always remind Amy. Azad was all Amy had for now and she needed to hurry and find the car. Amy felt it was impossible to find her sister's car amid hundreds of other parked cars.

At first, Amy thought about doing what Azad told her. She also was tempted to hit an engine start button on the car key which would remotely activate her sister's ride.

After eight dragging minutes of walking and searching, it seemed hopeless, until Amy spotted a familiar red pearl metallic car parked backwards between a pillar and a white motorcycle. Amy found her sister's car. The car looked like a red Transformer robot in the form of a mid-sized sedan.

There was a good part and a bad part. The good part was that Amy found The Supercharged Beast. The bad part was that there were six huge guys dressed in black armor standing near her sister's car carrying automatic weapons.

Amy crouched beside another parked car when her eyes spotted the Death Row Infantry-men standing near her sister's Audi. The soldier's blocked Amy and Azad's path to freedom, and that freedom had a turbocharged engine.  

The mother hoped not to run into anything that resembled a Death Row Infantry-man, but she had to deal with these six Death Row Infantry-men standing around her father's car. Amy's eyes widened when she saw the body of a young woman lying on the hood of her sister's car. The young woman looked like a teenager. Amy thought the child was dead at first until she heard the girl crying and begging for her life.

"What's going on? What are those bad men?" Azad asked while trying to peek past Amy.

Amy shielded the little boy's eyes when she saw what was happening to the girl. "Don't look, baby. And cover your ears." She turned Azad's head away, caressing his face and covering his eyes at the same time.

"Keep your ears covered," Amy whispered down to Azad. She held the boy tight against her chest. Amy didn't want Azad traumatized by the girl's screaming.

Amy rested her lips on top of Azad's head. She closed her eyes, listening as the teenager pleaded for her life, begging an Infantry-man not to slit her throat, which was how he killed her grandpa in his hospital room.

The hairs on the back of Amy's neck awakened when she heard the teenager coughing and gasping for air, letting her know that the child was being strangled. Amy heard the Death Row Infantry-men cheering and clapping as they watched one of their men disrupt the child's undergarments after he pinned her body on the hood of the car. Knots developed in Amy's stomach when she knew what the soldier was doing to the child without having to look. She listened as the 16-year-old kept pleading and telling the Infantry-man that she drove to the hospital to see her grandpa.

Amy wanted to save the child, but she couldn't. The Infantry-men had guns, and Amy was twenty feet away. She knew that attempting to rescue the girl would get her and Azod killed. The young mother kept her eyes away while holding Azad's face against her chin. She glanced down at Azod, making sure the little boy still had his ears covered. Amy caressed the side of the child's face, humming a lullaby she uses to sing Eric as a baby. Amy tried to block out what was happening, but she couldn't shut out the choking cries from the other child she couldn't save. Amy kept humming as she listened to sounds of a child fighting for air. Tears formed beneath Amy's eyelids after she heard the teenager girl's pleading fade away.

After three minutes, Amy knew the child was dead. There were no more pleading, coughing or gasping. Only the voices of the Infantry-men talking and laughing amongst themselves in the distance could be heard. Amy brushed away her tears.

She had trouble breathing for a minute. The mother herself prevented herself from crying by inhaling and exhaling slowly.

Amy formed her tormented thoughts into a prayer. All the mother could do was say a prayer and wait for the Death Row Infantry-men to leave. It took forever for the men to leave. Amy regretted peeking over the hood of the parked car to see the men disposing of a child's body by putting it into the back of a strange looking armored truck. The truck pulled up right in front of her sister's car. It looked like a machine straight out of a science fiction movie. The truck's headlights were neon red, and they were shaped like a continuous bar that stretched across its front grill. Blue indicator lights were on the truck's massive wide tires. The truck's windows were blacked out and its engine made no noise.

It relieved Amy to see the six Death Row Infantry-men getting into the truck and leaving. Even though Amy was glad that the soldiers were leaving, she still wanted to cry. Amy had to regather herself. A smile returned to her face when she looked down at Azad. She couldn't help but smile when he reached up and touched her hair.

"Are the bad men gone?" Azad asked.

Amy nodded while caressing Azad's forehead. "Yeah, the bad men are gone, baby. We can leave now." Amy kissed Azad on before lifting him back up into her arms while trying to stand. The car was twenty feet away, but when Amy began walking toward the car, it felt like it was ten miles away.

Azad had his little arms resting on Amy's shoulders and his fingers were still caressing her hair. Azad saw Amy as his new mother since he never knew his real mother left him and his father when he was a baby. The little boy kept his cool and he could sense Amy's nervousness and he tried to comfort her by touching her hair. It was something he would do every time his father would cry in front of him.

"We're almost there, baby. We're almost there," Amy whispered in Azad's ear. She picked up the pace, running toward the car when she had the feeling of being watched. Amy looked over her shoulder. She didn't see anyone but it didn't make the feeling go away. Amy couldn't move fast enough toward the car. She lost her balance and stumbled, but she braced herself using her hand and her knee to brace her fall.

"I'm sorry baby, I lost my step," Amy whispered to Azad before swallowing hard. She held Azad's face against her cheek while slowly standing back up. Amy kept looking around to see if she was being watched.

When she made it up to the passenger side door of her sister's car, she had a brief mind fog, which caused her to forget how to unlock the car door. Amy experienced for the first time how anxiety can cause someone to forget how to do the simplest things. Thankfully, Amy remembered how to unlock the door, putting her finger on the car's door handle and waiting as the car produced a beeping sound, before disengaging its doors. Moving like a mother on a mission, Amy opened the passenger door, sitting Azad inside. She couldn't stop smiling at Azad while fastening the seat belt over the little boy's chest.

Azad reached up, using the palms of his hands to wipe the sweat off Amy's forehead.

Feeling Azad's tiny fingers massaging her forehead relaxed Amy.

Azad smiled at his new mother with his glorious eyes studying her face with affection.  

Amy wanted to stay and hold Azad's fingers against her face, but she had to keep moving. She kissed Azad's hand before stepping back out of the car and shutting the door quietly. It took a second for Amy to run around the car toward the driver's side. Before getting in the car, Amy looked around one last time. It was a mistake. When Amy opened the driver's side door and looked around, that's when she spotted the hitman.

She saw him standing on the hood of a parked car, watching her. Amy's body almost became paralyzed when she saw the hitman standing from a distance on the roof of the car like a statue. She knew the hitman could see her from fifty feet away. He was looking dead at her.

The killer's pristine black suit glistened beneath the parking garage's lights. Amy got into the car, slamming the door and locking it. Her heart pounded against her throat. She knew Paul would make it up to the car in a few minutes, and she knew she would lose Azad if the assassin made it to the car in time.

"Stay calm," Amy whispered to herself while pushing the car's ignition start button and fidgeting with her necklace at the same time. When Amy turned the car on, the voices of young men rapping emerged from the car's 16 speakers. Amy recognized the young men's voices. She knew it was Lisa's favorite nineties rap group, Bone Thugs-N-Harmony.

Hearing the voices of the young men's voices caused Amy's eyes to tear up involuntarily. If she made it out alive, she would have to cope with never being able to call her sister late at night whenever she felt lonely. The thought of her sister's two boys and wondering if they were alive and safe made Amy's eyes water. These boys were her nephews and It seemed like the Infantry-men had no problem executing children. Worrying about her baby gave Amy enough troubled thoughts. Now she had the added bonus of thinking about Lisa's babies. Amy had to move. She was getting ready to shift her sister's car into drive and when a bullet shattered the car's back window.

Amy immediately reached for Azad, using her body to shield him when she heard the bullet strike the glass. When another bullet went through the windshield it alerted Amy, telling her that two men were shooting from the front and the back. Amy checked Azad.

"Are you okay, baby?" Amy asked, caressing the little boy's face. She smiled when Azad nodded his head at her.

"Are you okay?" Azad sweetly returned the question. He touched Amy's face and his heart jumped when another bullet crashed into the car.

When the bullet smashed through the driver's side window, it passed over Amy’s head. She still tried to shield Azad with her body and she felt pieces of glass landing in her hair.

When Amy put her foot down on the accelerator, the car shot off like a rocket. She tried to fasten her seat belt with one hand on the steering wheel. The young woman went back in her seat from the car's effortless acceleration. Amy had to get used to driving fast. There were moments when the car felt like it was getting away from her whenever she would make a sharp turn. Amy felt like a stuntwoman or stunt driver. The adrenaline racing through her veins made her an excellent driver.

She never thought she'd make a high-powered sports sedan do a drift maneuver through a parking lot. Amy had over-steered the car. The mother had the Audi RS7 drifting across the asphalt with it's back tires burning. The car's rear tires lost traction and Amy had the sedan's front tires turned to the left, which caused the powerful sedan to glide across the pavement with its body turned to one side.

The harder Amy would punch the accelerator with her foot, the more she would hear the tires spinning while burning the asphalt. Amy searched for the underground garage's exit. She tried not to crash into a parked car.

Amy zoomed from one section of the parking lot to another. The Audi's 4.0-liter V8 engine would purr and growl every time Amy would punch the gas pedal. Amy could feel the car's twin turbocharged power. She felt a 591-horsepower hurricane rumbling the driver seat. Amy had one foot on the gas pedal and one foot on the brake. She mastered making sharp turns by taking her foot off the accelerator and braking while turning the steering wheel.

Azad watched as his new mother drove like a Nascar driver. Instead of being nervous, the little boy enjoyed feeling the inertia in his chest every time the car would make a sharp turn. Azad looked at the car's dashboard. The navigation screen displayed a colorful map of the surrounding area near the hospital, and the glowing navigation screen mesmerized Azad.

"Hang on, baby!" Amy told Azad. Her hands tightened on the steering wheel when a Death Row Infantry-man stepped out in front of the car with his g*n drawn.

Amy released a war cry while gunning the engine and running straight into the soldier. The Death Row Infantry-man's body was no match against four thousand pounds of automotive steel.

Azad as his new mom struck the soldier with the car. A thud echoed through the cabin as the man's body flew up the windshield and over the hood of the car. After watching the man fall off the car's roof, Azad put his eyes back in front of him to see a huge black truck pulling out in front of the car, which forced his new mom to slam on the brakes.

Amy said a curse word under her breath when she saw the menacing armored truck pull out in front of her. What made the situation worse was that the armored truck pulled out and was blocking one of the parking garage's exits. Amy shifted her sister's Audi into reverse, backing away from the armored truck. She backed up so fast that she almost lost control of the car.

"Hold on, Sweetheart!" Amy said to Azad again while driving the car in reverse. When she spun the car she almost caused it to do a three-hundred and sixty-degree turn. Amy tried to stay calm while also comforting Azad. Amy loved her rap music. Bone Thugs-N-Harmony, whose song, 1st of Tha Month, was still gently booming through the car's speakers at a low volume, and Amy softly rapped the lyrics to calm herself.

Amy had to find another way out. Her nerves got to her a little when she made a sharp turn around a parked car and sideswiped its rear fender. It irritated Amy after she scraped the side of the bumped into the parked convertible because she didn't want to damage her sister's car.

 It seemed promising when Amy went around a curve to see another exit pathway. The young woman gunned the engine causing the Audi to release a low thunderous roar. Amy sped up fast toward the exit. She had the sedan shooting past a row of parked cars like a bullet. Amy made sure to keep the Audi RS7 moving in a straight line toward the exit. This was the only exit that would lead Amy and her adopted son to freedom.

She was so close to the exit and she gripped the steering wheel so hard that her fingers ached. The only sounds that could be heard were the low growl of the luxury sedan's engine, and the rumbling of its high-performance tires grabbing the asphalt. Driving the Audi was like driving a four door mid-engine sports car. It's low profile, aerodynamic body helped it move faster.

Amy sweated so much that her sleeveless blouse clinged itself to her shapely body. Her sweat even soaked into the black Valcona leather that decorated the driver's seat. The car moved fast, but it wasn't moving fast enough for Amy. The mother badly wanted to escape from the underground garage. She felt like she could hold Azad while jumping out of the moving car and running on foot. Every inch of her body burned with urgency. Amy's joints burned. Her arms and breasts felt like they had needles inside them.

Amy sat up in the driver's seat with both hands on the steering wheel. She had her petite bare foot pressed all the way down on the gas pedal. It was risky, Amy pushed the Audi up to 80 miles per hour.

While approaching the parking garage's exit, Amy tried to control the car's turbocharged power. She didn't want the car to get away from her. She didn't want to lose control, just like she lost control of her BMW on the highway when she tried to rescue her baby. The parking garage's exit was within Amy's grasp. Every cell in the mother's body screamed at her, telling her to drive faster.

A thought passed through Amy's mind. She had a thought that If she wrote her situation into a novel, she would write how she and Azad made it out of the underground garage. She would write in her novel how she and Azad made it to a safe place, no longer in danger of being killed.

Amy would have written a happy ending to her situation. She would not have written in her novel how she had to slam on the brakes when another armored truck pulled out in front of her. She wouldn't have written how she couldn't stop in time and ran straight into the side of the armored truck's front bumper.

Amy wouldn't have written how the airbag deployed in her face and how the car crashed into the truck and spun around. The young mother wouldn't have written how the airbag knocked her unconscious for a moment.

This is not how Amy wanted her novel to end.

Amy's situation wasn't a sci-fi movie, and it wasn't a novel she was writing. This was reality, and reality could often be a b***h. Nothing could prepare Amy for what happened next. When she opened her eyes, she saw blurred images and heard crying.

After regaining consciousness, it didn't take long for Amy to realize that the child she heard crying was Azad. Through her blurred vision Amy saw a Death Row Infantry-man opening the passenger side door. He reached into the car grabbing Azad. Amy wanted to do something but she couldn't move.

"Don't touch him." Amy tried to scream but her vocal cords were weak. Amy didn't understand why she couldn't move her body.

She wanted to scream out when she saw a large hand reach through the driver's side door, groping her across her breasts. A Death Row Infantry-man enjoyed getting a handful of Amy after unfastening her seat belt. Amy could do nothing when the Death Row Infantry-man put his mountainous blocky arms beneath her body, lifting her out of the driver's seat with no effort.

Amy could do nothing when the Infantry-man laid her face down on the parking garage's wet ground. Tears stung her eyes when she heard Azad crying.