“You ready, little fox? I’m counting down.” I land another bullet in the car chasing us on the passenger side. A huge spurt of blood sprays across the glass, so I know I hit someone.
“Three…
Two…
One!”
Hitting the brakes, I help Luna hold the wheel steady as the two cars shoot past us, and then I let loose, spraying both cars with every bullet I have. The tyres blow out on car one, sending it airborne in an oddly graceful arc, landing upside down. Car two’s doors open, and four men pour out, shooting wildly and not landing a single bullet.
A drone streaks over, dropping something on the shooters that sparks and with a bright flash, explodes, sending screaming, burning men flying in every direction.
“The cavalry’s almost here,” I say, not taking my eyes off the shooters. “Stay in the car. Do you understand?”
“Calvary’s here. Stay in the car.” The little quiver is back in her voice as she unpeels her fingers from the white-knuckled grip she’d had on the steering wheel.
Striding over to their burning car, I grab the last man standing by the throat, slamming him against a road sign. “Who sent ya, motherfucker?”
“Fuck you.” Blood’s bubbling between his teeth, and I dinna know if he’ll last.
I shoot him in the knee, smiling at his scream. “Who sent ya?”
He tries to spit on me, and I angle my shoulder to avoid the blood as I shoot his other knee, holding him up with my grip on his throat. “This can take a very long time,” I warn him, tapping his bloody cheek with my Glock. “I’ll draw out your miserable life long after ya beg me to kill ya.”
“Anything from this arsehole?” Michael’s just behind me, gun smoking.
“Was there really anyone left to shoot after that drone strike?” I ask, not taking my eyes off the poor bastard writhing in agony.
“Double tap,” Michael says, “ya never go stingy with the bullets.”
Letting the shooter drop to the roadway, I holster my gun. “Take him back to the warehouse, keep him alive.” I lean in, speaking into Michael’s earpiece. “Georges, make your snooping arse useful and wipe the traffic cameras.”
Luna’s sitting right where I put her, and she’s laughing. Laughing hard enough that it’s devolving into wheezing.
“Baby, are ya hurt? Where?” I’m running my hands over her arms, her face, and she finally grabs my hands and holds them still.
“I’m okay. I was just thinking…” She hiccups out another laugh. “I was just thinking about little Miss Ainsely this afternoon and how she told you that she’d be available to marry you because I’m, and I quote, old and I’ll probably die soon. This is a little quicker than I would expect, but maybe the kid has a voodoo doll or something.”
Even with the cut on her cheekbone and the half-crazed hilarity in her eyes, my Luna is beautiful.
I’ve never wanted to fuck her more.
Ya Bessie - Scottish slang for an ill-tempered or rude woman
Chapter Twenty-Eight
In which the phrase “Fight or Fuck” is uncannily accurate.
Luna…
Kai slams me against the wall, kicking the front door shut.
“Your clothes are in my way,” he says, dropping his shirt to the floor. “Get them off.” He growls, hegrowlslike the wolf he truly is, and pulls the straps down on my dress, bending to fasten his mouth against one of my nipples. I’m awkwardly trying to get my hands on his belt buckle while wanting to grab his hair and keep his mouth right where it is, and none of it is going well.
When I was in Kai’s smashed-up car, watching him stride over to that asshole and take him off his feet with a single hand wrapped around his throat… My lower half has been on fire ever since. I don’t want to think about what that means and when he thrusts his tongue in my mouth, I suck on it, enjoying his groan.
I’m wet. I’m so wet and desperate enough for him that I can feel the moisture trickling down the inside of my thigh. When he yanks my undies off, ripping them on the way down my legs, I don’t complain. He hoists me up with a grip on my ass and takes his cock out with his other hand, rubbing it up and down between my legs.
“I was gonna take some time,” he pants in my ear. “Get ya relaxed with a couple of orgasms first, but that’s not happening. I’m shoving my cock in you and you’d better be ready to take me.” The thick head of his shaft pushes through my opening and surges halfway up my channel as he smothers my shriek with his kiss. It’s vicious and fast, his piercings rippling against my delicate nerve endings, the metal rubbing hard against my clitoris on the way in and lighting up my G-spot on the way out.
