I shove away the thoughts as my biceps flex, feeling the veins pulse and protrude in my arms. I give everything I have as I pull with violence, letting out a deafening yell which bounce off the basement walls.
With one last stitch of effort, my hands come free, and I’m left finding myself staring into a pair of blue eyes. Danika looks speechless as I steady myself trying to catch my breath.
Knowing they most definitely heard that, I reach for the knife tucked inside my boot and in one swift upright motion, I cut the ties that hold my ankles.
I don’t waste any time getting to her.
She watches me, eyes wide. “That Hulk performance you just pulled, was not only impressive but incredibly hot.” Her voice is breathy, and her cheeks gather up a tint of rose.
A small amount of amusement replaces the fear inside. I glance down at her lips, and my dick twitches. With having zero intentions to linger, I can’t help myself, I cup her jaw, taking in the same breath and then I crash my mouth to hers.
The need to feel she’s here with me is so real.
Her moan escapes and I instantly regret the kiss because now all I want to do is taste every inch of her.
I pull away first, her reddened lips swollen and her eyes still closed. “Hold really still for me, okay?”
She nods, finally meeting my stare.
With footsteps shuffling above us, I hurry and free both her wrists and ankles. The marks left on her beautiful skin makes me want to kill every fucker in this building.
“Can you walk?” I help her to a stand as she gently rubs her battered wrists.
“Let’s get the hell out of here.”
I smirk, taking her hand in mine as we approach the stairs. “Stay behind me.” I creep first, keeping close to the wall as we ascend one step at a time.
Footsteps sound near and before I know it, the door whips open but I kick it shut ramming a guy’s face in.
I give a good three second count as he screams in pain and then we go for it.
Not knowing what’s on the other side makes me more cautious considering I have Danika with me. I’m usually reckless, not giving a damn what happens to me. But things are different now.
Two men approach first, and we circle one another like sharks. Baiting the other. I watch every move, every twitch theymake and wait. Nothing else catches in my periphery so I keep my focus glued on them.
“You’re not leaving here unless it’s inside a body bag.” One of them laughs as he spits on the floor near his boot.
“Not happening. You’re going to live,”the voice inside tells me.
“Fuck yeah, I will.”
The one furrows his brows with slitted eyes and then he lunges, but I easily dodge him, bringing a knee to his chest watching as he falls over with the wind knocked out of him.
Arms aggressively wrap around my neck from behind, but I throw an elbow to his stomach and hurdle him over me as he lands on his back with a grunt.
This woman needs to train her men better.
I instantly search for Danika, and my stomach churns when I see a man go to grab her, but she throws a leg up catching him in the groin and jabbing a fist to his nose. He falls over in a cry of pain, and the one side of my mouth turns up. I’m there in seconds, my hands all over her.
“I’m fine. I’m not hurt.”
I exhale a sigh of relief, grabbing her hand. “Come on.” I practically pull her with me as I head for the only exit sign.
“We’re inside a parking garage,” Danika shouts from behind me and her voice bounces off the deep walls and short ceilings.
We are except it looks like it’s been abandoned for years.
Quite the hideout.
