Page 67 of The Silencer

“Fuckers,” Sabrina says as she hikes up her dress and pulls a gun from her thigh.

Oh shit, she’s not only beautiful, but a badass too.

“Stay on the ground, Tatum!” Anthony commands, his voice clipped and strained. “Teddy, Casey, take Angelo to the basement.”

“What about me?” I scream as they start to move, their bodies crouched around Angelo.

“You’re not going anywhere near Bane,” Anthony scowls.

“So you’d rather I get blown up?” I shout as Sabrina moves away from me, far too nimble in her high heels.

Bitch.

“Behind the fountain. Now! Now!” Anthony says, pulling a gun from the back of his pants and firing off shots in rapid succession.

I do as he says, jumping into a crouch and scrambling behind the large stone structure, cowering behind it.

I peer up at him, and fuck, he looks sexy in this moment. Smoke billowing around him, his arms tight as the gun pumps in his hand, his gaze laser-focused. When his clip is gone, he crouches down and reloads with a flick of his wrist.

“Do you just carry ammo around with you?” I ask, and his eye twitches.

“Yes. Stay there,” he tells me and when it’s quiet for a second, he ducks down and moves toward me. His body settles next to mine, and I feel reassured that he’s right next to me.

“I’m not going to move unless you tell me to. Because apparently you’d rather I die than hang out with Bane again.”

He scowls at me and then falls atop of my body when another gunshot rings out. I’m on my back, his body fully against mine now, and I swear to god, I’m hard as a rock. That twitch earlier turned into a full-blown boner.

He glances down at me, arching an eyebrow in question as I purse my lips. “It’s the adrenaline. I can’t help it.”

He huffs a small laugh and then grinds his hips against mine, making me gasp.

“Now is not the time,” I hiss and then curl my legs around the back of his thighs, keeping him in place.

“Now is not the time,” he agrees and yet makes no effort to move off me.

Five more gunshots ring out, men shouting, and another explosion goes off. It’s like a war zone. I’m not liking this at all. I scrunch my eyes closed, pulling Anthony closer to me, feeling the warm puffs of his breath against my skin. He doesn’t seem at all anxious in this situation. I can feel the steady beat of his heart against my own.

“Are we gonna die?” I ask, and Anthony huffs a laugh.

“No, but those fuckers will, I guarantee you. This will be over in a minute. And anyone left alive, I’ll hand over to Bane.”

“You’ve forgiven him?” I ask, and Anthony grumbles under his breath.

“That’s a strong word. I’ve allowed him to continue on in my employ.”

“How benevolent.”

He lets out a low chuckle, the sound reverberating through me. I bite back a groan at the sensation, wanting more but realizing that this really isn’t ideal. My back is digging into the gravel and there are still shouts and gunshots all around us.

Although we could die, so I should make the most of my last minutes.

But before I can convince myself to lean up and kiss him, everything goes silent.

“We good?” he asks loudly, and I hear a shout that it’s all clear.

Anthony lifts off me, brushing his pants off before offering me a hand. His eyes slide down my body, landing on the bulge in my jeans.

“Shut up,” I murmur as he pulls me up on my shaking legs. “We almost died. My body malfunctioned.”

---