“Give me the fucking keys!” Spittle’s flying from his mouth and Afton doesn’t move a muscle.
“Do you think your knife is faster than my bullet?”
His face turns even redder. “Iwillkill her.”
Afton’s staring at me and her gaze rapidly drops and up again. Brilliant. I hold three fingers on my thigh, counting down as I distract this soon to be very dead fucker.
“Here’s another option. Let my wife go and I’ll guarantee you safe passage out of here.”
I tap two fingers on my thigh.
“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding.” There’s a high note in his voice, hysteria maybe.
“You’d have my word,” I promise.
One tap.
Afton drops like a rock and rolls to the side and I drop my gun and leap on this fuck, pounding his face over and over, slicing my hand down hard on his trachea when he tries to wail, beg for mercy and there will be none. His knife is still clutched in hishand, and I yank his fingers back and twist, breaking his wrist and kicking the blade away.
“You put a knife to her throat?” I slam my fists into him with mindless fury, the buzz from the gunfight, my sudden terror for her life turns into a red haze blinding me. One of his teeth lodges in my knuckle and I shake it off before I punch the rest of them out of his mouth. He touched what was mine. He put a knife to my wife’s throat.
Rising up, I drop back down with my knee on his chest with all my weight, feeling the wet snap of broken ribs and I hit his face again and again, his screams melting into gurgles.
“Hey, I think he’s dead now, ye can lay off. Mason?”
It’s Michael, pulling me off the man crumpled on the concrete. Five of his men and my cousin Duncan are here, surrounding us.
“Why is it that no one ever leaves anyone formeto take out?” Duncan says crossly.
“Duncan, shut it,” Michael says crisply, still gripping my arm.
There’s a spreading pool of blood streaming from what’s left of that stupid bastard’s face. His skull is cracked open. For a second, just a second before the red haze clears, I spin on my cousin, fist raised. He looks at me unflinchingly. This has happened before.
“Thanks.” I take a deep breath and drop my arm, trying to focus. “Where’s Afton?”
“Got her here, Boss.” Talon’s hovering in front of my wife like the world’s most muscular mother hen, but she’s peeking out around his shoulder, eyes wide as she stares at me.
I must look like a monster.
Covered in blood and beating a man’s face into a pulp. No surprise that her face is pale. “Let’s get in the car, darling. It appears that the safe house is no longer needed. I’ll take you home.”
She’s silent until the car is moving, two more SUVs following behind us. “Do you have a clean-up kit in here?” She’s searching the seatbacks and opening the side panel.
“I’ll take care of it,” I soothe her. “Don’t worry.”
My wife rolls her eyes. There will be a spanking. Not today, but I’m biding my time.
“If we get stopped by the police, this isn’t going to look sketchy at all.” She gestures widely in my general direction.
Talon hands back the first aid kit from under the seat. “Here ye go, Mrs. MacTavish.” He carefully does not look at me.
The ride is silent, no one speaks as Afton cleans my bloody hands, putting a bandage on two split knuckles, wipes my forearms and reaches up to get a blood spray on my cheek. She leans in, intent on her work and my cock is getting painfully hard from the feel of her warmth against my skin. I try to think of anything to discourage it. Granny panties. Ebola. The shit scoring season the Celtic Football Club is having… nothing’s working, and by the time we get to the house, I barely have time to get my wife inside the door before slamming it shut in the face of an amused Talon.
Her chest is heaving and she’s making no effort to push me away as I slam my mouth down on hers. So sweet, and her lips open for me and she’s moaning. Cupping her face, I suck on her tongue as I push myself against her, making her feel my cock, rock-hard and almost painful.
“So brave today,” I praise her between kisses.
My wife’s fingers slide into my hair, tugging it and she bites my lip as I groan. My hands are on her juicy ass and I’m squeezing, ready to rip off her underwear and hoist her on my dick.
