Page 27 of Psychological War

I watched as the figure slowly walked inside as if they owned the damn place. I honestly was confused on how so many people knew about this fucking warehouse, and why so many thought they fucking owned it.

Whoever it was, was definitely female. They wore a tight ass black leather suit, long sleeved, along with black gloves. She had a thigh holster that held four more daggers, and another holster around the waist that led to the other thigh that held two guns. She looked tall, but from the look of her shoes, she had at least five-inch heels on. They reminded me of… Salem. Snapping my gaze up, she had a black mask over her mouth and nose, along with a hood that covered most of her face. But looking into their eyes, they were a bright blue.

Salem.

Salem was standing in the doorway.

It had to be her.

She was no longer wearing her sleep shorts and tank top.

Instead she was wearing leather pants, and a skintight black long sleeve shirt. Two thigh holsters, one holding a gun, another holding a set of knives. Another holster across her chest holding another gun. Her hands had a dagger in them.

I couldn’t stop the groan slipping through my mouth. She looked hot, and deadly.

“¿Quién eres tú?” Carlos demanded.

Silence.

She cocked her head to the side and continued into the building. Her eyes stayed on me the entire time. A few men ran into the building, their guns staring her down, yet she didn’t care.

“Stop!” Carlos screamed. Jerking, I tried moving away from his hold.

“Fuck, dude, my damn eardrum,” I snarled. His grip tightened more, the knife digging into my throat. Nicking my skin I could feel the blood start to trickle down my neck.

Looking back at Salem she stopped abruptly, her nostrils flared, darting between Carlos who held me, and the dagger pressed into my throat.

If I thought differently, it was as though she cared.

Which she couldn’t, could she?

“I won’t ask again! WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?” Carlos screeched.

One of the other men stepped closer to Salem. She turned her head over to him, looking down at the gun that was now less than an inch away from touching her. I had a feeling she hated being touched, and she was about to lose her shit. She looked back up at the guy's face and I could feel the anger radiating off of her.

I was beginning to become angry at myself. I didn’t like the guns aimed at her. I didn’t like the danger she was in now. Two guns aimed at her, and yet she looked as though they were fucking flowers.

“Solo dispárale,” Carlos barked. I had no idea what he said, but I didn’t like the sound of it.

I felt the pull of wanting to let Carlos do whatever the fuck he wanted to me just so I could try and save her.

I didn’twantto save her.

Yet I did.

“Don’t touch me,” she said calmly. It was creepy that she had not a single care in the world. She was too calm, it was unsettling. Her raspy voice was oddly attractive, my cock threatening to harden. She hadn’t even hitched in breathing. She just stared at me.

“Inmediatamente!”

I watched in slow motion as the one to the right moved, his finger moving to the trigger. I was expecting Salem’s blood to be painted over the floor. To watch as her body dropped.

What I didn’t expect was Salem to move at the last minute, the bullet just missing her. She swiftly grabbed him around the neck and brought his face down to her knee, twisting him around, kicking his back then shoving him down to the ground. Reaching around she grabbed the second guy by the shoulder and stabbed him repeatedly in the stomach. The moment the first one tried to get up she pointed the dagger in his direction. “Stay,” she snapped.

I shouldn’t have gotten hard.

But watching her give no mercy turned me on.

She was perfect.

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