“Good. Now, I’m going to remove my hand. Are you going to be quiet?”
She nodded again, which meant she could at least hear me. Take direction. Follow my lead. So, I slipped my gooey hand off her face.
“Good girl.”
And as I stepped over the two lifeless bodies at our feet, holding tightly onto Julia’s hand, I had a hard time shaking the feeling of her plump, luscious lips against my skin.
For a split second, I wondered if that was her plan. To try and wrap me around her finger by using my own dick against me. To seduce me before we could even get out of the building so that Bullet could torture me any way he wished while justifying his actions in the process. But then again, a man like Bullet didn’t need a reason to do anything.
Which meant I was back at square one with trying to figure Julia out.
6
JULIA
My gaze trembled. My body shivered so furiously that my vision fucking shook. But before I had a chance to breathe life into the chaos that had just taken place, Fangs took my hand in his and yanked me down the hallway. I tripped over a dead, motherfucking body before my feet squished into something I refused to look down at.
A picture I refused to imprint upon my mind’s eye.
“Fangs, hold on,” I said breathlessly.
He shook his head. “There’s no time. It’s now or never. So, keep up.”
I scoffed. “Kind of hard not to with you gripping my hand the way you are.”
He spun around and pulled me so close that his breath pulsed against my lips. “Do you want to survive this?”
I nodded quickly. “Yes.”
“Then, shut up and keep walking.”
I did the unthinkable as he said that. As he stared me down, wondering if I wanted to live or die, I peeked over my shoulder and peered at the bloody, contorted bodies lying haphazardly on the floor in front of the basement door. Bile crept up the back of my throat. The bloody footprints my flats had left behind twinkled at me, as if to boast of their fantastical fervor, and I swallowed hard as I tried not to vomit on myself. But Fangs interrupted the stalemate my brain had going on with my eyes.
Because when he pulled me into a dark corner and clapped his nasty hand back over my mouth, I heard the chittering voices of more men headed toward us.
“Not a sound,” he whispered.
“You know Bullet’s paranoid. There’s probably nothing wrong,” one of them said.
The other dragged his feet as their shadows came into view. “Yeah, and he’s making us do all of his shit because he’s tired. Of course, he’s fucking tired. He’s sleeping with one eye open at night.”
Fangs chuckled. “Perfect.”
“Shh, did you hear that?”
My eyes widened as Fangs pressed his body closer to mine. His chiseled muscles graced my curves, blanketing me with a warmth that stilled my fearful heart in my chest. I studied his skin. The blood speckles on his face. The way his eyes glared over his shoulder, as if he were daring those two men to come for us.
I couldn’t see all of them. Mainly, I heard their voices. But when their shadows froze, I knew what they had found.
“Wait here,” Fangs murmured.
“What the fuck? Where are the prisoners!?”
The instant that man exclaimed that statement, Fangs abandoned me. He pulled away from me and rushed back out into the hallway while I tucked myself further into the corner that wrapped in on itself. I squeezed my eyes closed as grunts and growls echoed off the walls of the hallway. I turned my back to everything, hoping and praying that the nightmare would be over. That I’d wake up, safe and sound in my little townhouse with my sister making a mess in the kitchen, as per usual.
However, instead of opening my gaze to the warmth of my home, I found myself staring at Fangs as he came back around the corner.
Covered in more blood.
