AllFreeNovel
Share Us
I’ll kill anyone for my girl, and she fucking knows it.
The darkened fields and forest blur by. The warehouse isn’t far now, and every instinct in me screams to handle this the way I want—fast, bloody, and final. I’ve been waiting too long to take Demarko down, to get my revenge. The bastard’s had it coming for years. But tonight isn’t about that. Tonight’s about gathering intel, slipping in and out before they even know I’m there.
If it were just me, maybe I’d take my fucking shot. No fucks given about my orders, or what would become of me. I’d end it right here, right now.
But not with Cara here. It’s too risky. I’m not about to lose her in the middle of all this. Not after everything I’ve done to keep her in my grasp. Losing my own life is something I couldn’t care less about, not when it comes to my revenge, but I won’t put hers at risk, not ever.
I glance at her over my shoulder, her face pale and tense as the wind whips through her hair. She looks fragile, but I know better. There’s a fire inside her, something that matches the wild part of me, and I don’t intend to see that fire burn out by letting her get caught up in something I brought her into.
We slow as we approach the warehouse location. I pull the bike off to the side of the road, hiding it in the dense foliage at the top of the hill surrounding the building. The tall, loomingtrees cast long shadows in the moonlight. The engine dies, leaving a heavy silence in its wake.
I swing my leg over the bike, grabbing Cara’s wrist before she can even think about moving on her own. I pull her off the bike, her body stumbling into mine, and I keep her there, close enough that she can feel the weight of my control.
“Listen to me,” I growl, my voice low and dangerous. Pulling the gun from my waistband, I pop her seat up, and tuck it into the small compartment. If I have it on me, the temptation to end it all tonight will only be stronger. Besides, I need her to have something to protect herself if shit goes south. She watches as I slide the loaded gun in, tucking it away with a few knives before clicking the small plastic seat back into place on the tail of the bike.
Her wide eyes lock onto mine, but she doesn’t pull away. “We’re going in, we’re getting what I need, and we’re getting out. No talking, no moving unless I say. You stay close, and you don’t fucking run. Got it?”
She doesn’t respond right away; her lips part slightly, but no words come out. I grip her wrist tighter, my fingers pressing into her skin hard enough to leave marks. “I said, got it?”
She nods quickly, her breath catching in her throat, and I feel a twisted satisfaction in her submission. She knows she can’t outrun me. I’ll always find her.
My hand is tight around her wrist as I guide her through the shadows and thick foliage, leading us toward the warehouse that takes shape down the hill like some dark, forgotten tomb.
Her breathing is shaky, uneven. I feel it in the way she’s holding back, trying to match my pace, trying to keep her terror from overwhelming her. I can sense it. It’s pulsing off of her in waves, and fuck if it doesn’t light me up. Her fear fuels me, makes my blood pound harder, makes my cock throb in my jeans. Part of me wants to take her right here against the coldbrick wall. To claim her, to fuck the fear right out of her while she trembles beneath me, because she’s mine. Every inch of her belongs to me.
But not now. Not yet.
I force my mind back to the task at hand, to the plan. Intel. Get in, get out. That’s what the boss wants. It’s what I need to do. I can’t afford to let this shit spiral out of control, not with her here. But damn, the way she looks at me, like she’s scared but trying to act strong, makes me want to tear her apart and hold her together all at once.
“Keep up,” I growl, yanking her closer as we move along the top of the hill that overlooks the warehouse. My voice is rougher than I mean it to be, but I need her to understand that this isn’t a game. There’s no room for softness tonight. “And keep your fucking mouth shut.”
She flinches at my words but stays quiet, her wide eyes darting between me and the warehouse. I know she’s scared, but I need her to be. Fear keeps her obedient, makes her mine in ways she doesn’t even realize yet. The more she’s afraid of me, the more she’ll depend on me to keep her safe, to protect her from everything else in this fucked-up world.
And I will. I’ll protect her from anyone who even thinks about touching her.
But not from me.
We reach the edge of the bushes on the hill overlooking the warehouse, and I pull her down next to me, crouching low as we watch the guards patrol the perimeter.
Fuck. There are too many of them. More than I expected there to be.
They’re pacing, guns ready, scanning the area like they know something’s coming. My gut twists. Something’s off.
“Stay here,” I whisper harshly, gripping her chin and forcing her to meet my gaze. Her eyes are wide, lips trembling, andfuck if I don’t want to crush that terror into submission. “Don’t fucking move. Don’t make a sound.”
She nods, but her hands are shaking. She knows the danger,feelsit crawling up her spine, but she has no idea how close she is to real danger. I lean in, so close I can smell the faint hint of her vanilla and cinnamon shampoo. The lingering scent of my skin on hers from earlier hits my nose too, and it makes my cock harder.
Fuck, I want to take her right here.
But I can’t.
So much for being able to focus better with her here with me. Shit, maybe it would’ve been easier if she was back at home, handcuffed to her bedpost and drugged.
I release her and move forward, slipping through the shadows and closer to one of the side entrances. The plan is simple enough, and I should be able to get in and out before anyone knows we were even here. But as I near the door, something catches my eye.
Movement.
Shit.
