MathlinHatesMath
Meanwhile Killian is just drooling at his big hands. Or his pecs, IDK. His bulge
Kills isn’t even looking at the chat anymore, I think he wants to have this alpha’s babies
KillianKillsDreams
I do not!!!
Killian gaped at the chat in horror. “I do not want his babies!”
Had he... just said that aloud?
He smacked his face against the phone, only for Naddie to giggle.
“Don’t want whose babies?” Crush asked dryly.
“No one,” Killian squeaked. “This chat never happened and you will never see it!”
Crush coughed lightly. “You have to admit, that sounds pretty suspect.”
“I’m pure and innocent and I don’t squint at people’s dicks!” Killian groaned. “Someone please bury me.”
Mathlin shook his head. “You just keep digging your grave deeper and deeper.”
At leasthehad calmed down about their ‘kidnapping’.
Killian inhaled when the apartment safe house came into view. All they had to do was park and get inside the building...
His danger sense spiked. “Cru—”
A barrage of bullets rained down on them. Crush swore colorfully and jerked the wheel, slamming his foot on the gas. The car leaped forward.
Killian was thrown back into his seat. Then Crush spun the wheel, and the car took a hard turn around a corner.
“Are we doing 80 in a 25mph zone?!” Mathlin cried.
“I could do 100,” Crush replied.
When Killian peeked out the back window, he found two cars gaining on them, both black with tinted windows. “Crush!”
“Yeah. On it,” Crush said, his hand sure and steady on the gearshift.
They were approaching a busy intersection, cross traffic blocking their way through.
“We’re going too fast,” Killian yelped. They were going to crash.
The black cars werenotslowing down. In fact, they were still firing. Killian gripped his seat, afraid to watch as they approached an unavoidable collision.
Crush changed gears. Then he yanked the handbrake and cranked the wheel hard.
They spun into the intersection, slotting neatly between two other cars. Without missing a beat, Crush released the brake and sped up to blend their car into the crossway traffic.
Cars honked. Something crashed. When Killian peeked, he found two wrecked black cars in the intersection, and white smoke drifting from Crush’s tires.
“Holy fuck,” he breathed. “I think I just aged ten years.”
Crush smiled a little. “Never been in a car chase?”
