Page 95 of Bratva Knight

I nodded. “I’ll take eleven. You get three. Ready? Go.”

We sprung out and charged. I fired with both guns but he ducked down, just managing to avoid the shots. Someone rammed into me from the side, taking me completely by surprise.

Fuck. There must have been someone else hiding out of sight.

I lost my hold on my guns as my back slammed into the ground. Pain shot up my spine, but I ignored it to stop the knife suddenly going right for my throat.

A man in the same motorcycle vest as the others sat on top of me, fingers curled around the hilt of the blade that he was trying desperately to jam into my skin. We wrestled for control, pushing back and forth, back and forth, the sharp edge getting dangerously close to slicing into me.

You motherfucker.

I kept one arm up to block and quickly reached down to pull out my own blade. Then, I stabbed him in the kidney, the chest and the side of the neck, all in quick succession. Blood sprayed all over me. The man gurgled, his body going slack. I threw him off me and jumped to my feet, searching for Tatiana.

She was further down the alley, the last two remaining MC members boxing her in. Her dress was torn, a trail of blood dripping down the side of her face. I saw red. A deep, dark rage took over me and I charged ahead, running for them.

How. Dare. They.

How dare they attackmyTatiana. My beautiful, radiant Tatiana. How dare they corner her. Hurt her. Make her bleed. For that, I’d make them fuckingsuffer.

One of the men turned around and saw me coming. He met me head on, throwing a punch. I ducked underneath it, twisting the blade in my hand into a reverse grip and slicing the inside of his bicep as I popped up behind him. He yelled out a curse and swung his arm back in a spinning back fist. I reared back, avoiding the blow and threw my knife, hitting him right between the eyes.

I didn’t stop moving to watch him fall. I spun, preparing to help Tatiana, but of course my woman didn’t need any help. She was ramming a knife repeatedly into the last MC man’s stomach with a smile on her face. A truly evil, sadistic smile that made her look even more beautiful. Something I honestly didn’t think was possible.

She was still stabbing.

Six. Seven. Eight.

Blood pooled in a circle all around her, staining her skin.

Nine. Ten. Eleven.

She started laughing maniacally.

Twelve. Thirteen. Fourteen.

As much as Ilovedwatching her completely eviscerate someone—and I did, so much so that my cock was hardening every second that went by—I knew I had to stop her. Someone definitely would have heard those gunshots, those screams of pain. We had to get out of there before the police showed up.

I approached her and laid a hand on her shoulder. “Tati—”

She spun so fast I didn’t even see it coming and shoved me up against the wall, knife to my throat. She panted heavily, eyes burning like wildfire. Then she dropped the knife, grabbed my face with both hands and yanked me down into a searing hot kiss. I moaned, my arms banding around her and pulling her closer. Her tongue dove into my mouth, sliding against mine and making me shiver.

“Do you think we have time to go another round?” she asked in between kisses.

I wished to God we did. The fight seemed to have gotten her adrenaline soaring, like it did to me. But the sirens blaring in the distance told me we absolutely did not have the time.

As hard as it was for me to do, I ripped my lips from hers, clasped her hand and ran.

I trailed my finger down Tatiana’s arm slowly as I watched her sleep, completely mesmerised. Every detail, no matter how small, drew me in. Her long lashes. That cute button nose. How soft and smooth her skin was.

After we’d fled the alley, we came back to her apartment and fucked again. And again, and again.

It was as if, because we started again, we couldn’t stop. Like we were making up for lost time.

We barely made it through the front door before we were ripping each other's clothes off. We fucked right there on the floor, then we jumped into the shower to wash all the blood off, and ended up fucking again, before finally moving to the bedroom and doing it one more time.

Tatiana had passed out shortly after, completely exhausted. Not that I could blame her. I was too, but I was too terrified to sleep. Too terrified that when I woke up, it would have all been a dream. The whole night. It was a dream I wasn’t prepared to let go of, so I stayed up all night, just watching her sleep.

We were both naked, tangled up in her blanket, her head resting on my chest. Light peeked behind her black curtains, and I knew without glancing at the clock on her bedside table that it was now morning.

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