Eva pants and rests her head on my chest. She’s almost naked and her pussy must be raw. I grin to myself as I think about my cum running down her inner thigh. It’s hot as fuck, even though she’s not my girl.
But she could be.
I push the thought away and lean down to say something to her. My lips barely graze her ear before I hear something whistle past us and slam into the wall by our heads.
Fuck. I know the sound of a bullet. I’ve been on the giving and receiving end of them too many times to fucking count, and before she even knows what’s happening, I grab her into my arms, scoop her up against my chest, and turn to run down the alley.
There’s no point of running into the back door of her club. Doing so would only ensure that the person shooting at us knew exactly where we were and would mean that we were cornered. Rather than risking that, I do the one thing that I know to do.
My feet pound the pavement as I tear around the building with her in my arms. She squeaked when the bullet whistled past us, but hasn’t said a word since. That’s good. Women need to know when they should be quiet if they’re going to survive this.
As soon as I see my car parked right where I left it, I feel a surge of relief. If I can just get us into the car and get away from here then I don’t have to worry about whoever is chasing us. I have a really damn good feeling that it’s going to be a cousin or someone that they’ve hired, but I don’t want to deal with them now, in the dark, when I don’t know where I am.
The relief I felt when I saw my car slips away as I get closer. “Fucking hell,” I swear, when I see the damage to my tires. There’s no way that I can drive my car right now. Some asshole shredded them. I spin around, searching for whoever was shooting at us.
Just because I don’t hear them coming doesn’t mean that they’re not on their way. Assuming that you lost someone just because you no longer hear them is a damn rookie mistake, and not one that I’m willing to make, especially not right now, with Eva curled up against me like I’m the only thing in the world standing between her and her death.
Which I kinda am, really.
It’s time for a split-second decision, and I wheel away from my car, tearing away from the club into the parking lot. We’ll just have to hunker down off the road for a bit, until someone can come and get us. Then the family will have to figure out who’s behind the hit and who we need to kill.
Chapter 7
Eva
If my mom were still alive, God help me, she’d be freaking screaming at me right now.
Working at a strip club? Check.
Sex with a guy in a strange alley? Check.
Chased by a maniac with a gun? Check.
Scared shitless and not wearing any underwear? Double check.
It’s not that she would have meant to judge me, but I’ve fallen pretty damn far in the past year. It was one thing to walk away from my incredible career just so I could leave a terrible marriage behind me, but to end up in the arms of a guy I don’t know?
A guy whose name I didn’t know?
Yeah, I’m scared shitless right now that I’m going to be shot in the head and the police are going to find my half-naked body in the middle of the woods, but I’m also a little terrified that I’m making poor decisions with Mr. What’s His Name.
And liking them. Like, a lot.
He doesn’t say a word to me while we hide in the brush off the main road. As soon as we’d crouched down, he’d put his finger to his lips and raised his eyebrows at me. When I’d nodded to show that I understood, he pounded out a text to someone and pulled his gun from his waistband, wrapped his arm around me, and sat completely still.
My legs are screaming at me to get up and stretch them out, and my poor cunt is throbbing after how he fucked me, but I don’t dare move. Right now I honestly don’t know who I’m more afraid of – the random person chasing us, or the guy I just fucked. Nevermind that he looks like he could kill a person with his bare hands, his gun is warning enough to me that I need to proceed with caution.
The woods around us are silent, and although we can see the lights from the strip club parking lot, we’re nowhere near close enough to the building for the light to shine on us. He obviously knew exactly what he was doing when he chose a place for us to hide, and that makes me wonder how many times he’s been in a situation like this before.
I risk a glance at him. All I can see is his profile, but that’s enough for my core to tighten and heat to flood through my body. He has his jaw gritted tight and is staring towards the road, waiting. I take a moment to look at his full lips, his gorgeous dark skin, the way his hair hangs by his face, waiting for me to reach up and brush it back.
Before I can move, headlights sweep towards us. The car is creeping down the road, and terror pulses through my body as I realize that they’re probably looking for us. The possibility that it’s the person who shot at us makes me lean into him for safety.
Yeah, right. I don’t even know the guy’s name and I’m turning to him to keep me safe. As the car continues to creep closer he whispers, and I have to lean over to him
