Page 62 of They Will Burn

Another nod.

“I’m going to cover you so you can get to the alley, and then you cover me.”

“I’ve got it,” she assures me, and I hope like hell she does. I’ve never seen Camilla in the field, and I’m not sure she’s ever been in a situation quite like this one, but it’s not fear that looks me back in the eye, it’s pure adrenaline.

If I was ever concerned she wasn’t built for this life, the doubt falls away in this moment.

She reaches for the door handle, but I pull her back, slamming my lips down on hers for a few perfect seconds before I pull back.

“Go.”

CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE

CAMILLA

One second, his lips are burning into mine, and the next, I’m throwing the door open and sprinting for the entrance of the alley Crew pointed to.

The sound of gunfire follows me, but I make sure not to run in a straight line to try to avoid them getting a lock on me. My lungs are already struggling to keep up with my rapid breathing, and I know I’m at risk of a panic attack if I’m not careful.

Just a little bit further, I tell myself.

The pain in my arm is getting worse by the second, and I try to avoid looking at the warm blood dripping from the wound. I’ve never been shot before, and if I can avoid it, I’d really like this to be the only time because it hurts like a bitch.

By the time I make it to the start of the alley, I’m really regretting my shoe choice and making a mental note to only wear shoes I can run in from now on.

I slip the gun from my waistband and lean against the brick wall to keep myself steady as my arm shakes violently. I meet Crew’s mismatched eyes from across the road, and he gives me a quick nod before he starts sprinting toward me.

Men I don’t recognize turn their fire toward him, but I quickly pop off a couple of shots, and they dive back behind the SUV while two other men appear from behind the other car. Their shots come far too close to us for comfort, and I quickly pull the trigger, sending a bullet into the center of one of their chests.

I’m fucking glad my dad forced me to spend my weekends at the shooting range and not out shopping with my friends. This is a much better skill to have than how to drop six figures in a single afternoon.

Crew takes my hand on the way past, and we run up the alley. The only sound is our heavy breathing and our shoes hitting the concrete beneath our feet.

“You okay?” he asks as we round a corner, and he tugs me behind a dumpster.

I nod. “We need to keep going.”

“Hold on.” He tugs my jacket from my shoulders, sending excruciating pain down my arm, and he frowns when he sees the bullet wound. “You should have told me this was so bad.”

“It’s fine.” I yank my arm out of his hold. “We need to keep moving.”

He gives my arm another glance before he takes my hand again, and we continue running, leaving my ruined jacket behind.

If I didn’t already know I needed to get my ass back into the gym, I sure as hell know it now.

By the time we stop at a door that looks almost as unsuspecting as the compound does from the outside, I’m panting so loudly I’d be surprised if they couldn’t find us from that sound alone, and my body is aching.

Crew pulls me inside the second the door is unlocked, and we slam it shut behind us, both leaning against the black door as we catch our breath.

My head drops back as I drag in as much air as I can manage, but the adrenaline is keeping my heart rate up, making it impossible to catch my breath.

I turn to face Crew and find him staring back at me with a hunger I’ve never seen in him before, and a second later he’s on me. His lips slam down on mine as his huge body traps me against the door.

For the first time since I met him, there’s nothing controlled about him. He’s wild as his teeth nip at my bottom lip, his tongue swipes against mine, and his body crushes me, keeping me exactly where he wants me.

This is the monster he hides behind the mask. The one that should terrify me but instead intrigues me.

Crew grips one of my legs and tugs it up around his hip, allowing him to step closer, and when his granite cock grinds against my jeans-clad pussy, I almost fall apart.

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