“Just shoot me now, then. I can’t outrun all of you.”
“Only me.”
“Is this a trick?” She motions with her hand for Jax and Damon to yank him to his feet, and then they step back.
“No, the game is easy. Ticktock, little mouse. Into the maze you go. I’ll even give you a head start. Twenty, nineteen,” she starts counting. Luigi backs up one step and then another. With how we’re positioned around him, he has no choice but to enter into the tall bushes. “Eighteen.” He turns and bolts inside.
Naomi holds out her hand, and Damon hands her a Molotov cocktail. She lights it before chucking it up and over one of the maze walls.
It’s like an explosion with how quickly the brush ignites. “Fuck, how much gasoline did you put in there?” Eros laughs.
“Cut me a fucking break,” Jax mutters. “It’s my first time rigging up a bush maze.”
“Is it called a bush maze?” Damon asks as screams start to come from inside. The flames are chasing him down. Naomi goes around, and we all follow her, the other men signaling to the waiting vehicles for everyone in separate locations around the property.
Naomi stops and waits at the other end of the maze. He can’t turn back, not with how fast the flames are spreading. The screams draw closer before he comes stumbling and coughing out. I can see the flames had gotten him a few times, but he’d managed to snuff them out.
When he sees us all standing there, he does try to backpedal but quickly realizes he can’t unless he wants to burn to death.
“You cheated.” He coughs.
“You may believe so,” she tells him. “Did you enjoy being hunted down?”
“This is bullshit; you weren’t really giving me a chance.”
“I wasn’t.” She lifts her gun. “The rules have changed. You didn’t want me to sit at the table, so I’ve made a new one, and now I make the rules.” Naomi fires, hitting him dead center in his forehead, ending it all. “Bullseye,” she says nonchalantly, showing no other emotion.
The sound of sirens start to fill the air. “Sunshine.” I hold my hand out to her, and she takes it before we head back toward our designated location. Everyone is quiet until we’re back on the plane and in the air, and people start making calls and checking in.
“Sunshine.” I pull her into my lap. “Did you have a good time?”
“I did.” She rests her head on my shoulder. Her mouth goes to my neck, and she gives a small bite.
“It didn’t all go as planned,” I say, running my hand up and down her back.
She lifts her head. “It was pretty freaking close.”
“You running around without a shirt on wasn’t in the plan.” She glances down at herself. She has a sports bra on, but still, I’m not a fan of anyone seeing her without a shirt on besides me.
“I wear this all the time.”
“Not all the time. Only at home,” I point out. It was a fight to not kill Luigi myself. She might have been about to kill him, but that little fuck was still checking out her tits.
“I do too,” she insists.
“With a windbreaker on.”
“Seriously?” She turns partly in my lap to face me.
“Yeah, seriously.” I grip her hips.
“You’re being ridiculous with your jealousy, you know that,” she huffs, and I have never in my life seen her fight so hard to not smile. “Are we having our first married fight?”
“Might as well. We do all our firsts together.” A small laugh leaves her. I grip her chin to stare into her eyes. She stares right back. “You see it now?”
“I see it,” she agrees. “I am your sunshine.”
We may not have the most traditional of relationships, but our love will always only burn for one another.
