Page 135 of Bratva Butcher

“Go. Now.”

He just continued to sit there, utterly dumbfounded. Of course, I could understand why. We’d been having a deep, heart-to-heart and then I was all of a sudden kicking him out. I would apologise later, but right then—

“Out.” I jumped up, marched around the desk to grip him by the shirt, pulled him to his feet and started dragging him towards the door. “Out. Out. Out.”

“Okay, okay, jeez. What’s going on—” I slammed the door in his face.

Spinning quickly, I placed my back to the door and looked at my phone again. “Oh,fuck me,” I groaned, palming my hard cock.

It was a photo of Autumn, wearing nothing except her leather motorcycle jacket, the zip completely undone to reveal the valley of her breasts and toned stomach. Blood—my blood—was smeared on her face and down her bare chest. All I could see was the rounds of her breasts, the jacket concealing her nipples, but it made me so fucking hard, it hurt.

She took this last night, in my bathroom.

Want and need thrummed in my veins, heating my insides.

I immediately called her. She answered after the fifth ring.

“Hello, Autumn speaking,” she sang, all innocent like she didn’t just almost make me cum in my fucking pants.

“What the hell was that?” I hissed.

“What was what?” Even her voice set my fucking blood on fire.

“That photo!”

“Photo? Oh, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to send that to you. It was meant for someone else.”

Someone else?I squeezed the phone so tight, it cracked. “What?!" I roared. "Who?! Who is he, Autumn? I’ll fucking kill him—”

She started to laugh. “Calm down, I’m just kidding. You messaged me out of the blue and then just disappeared. I had to get your attention somehow.”

Mission a-fucking-complished.

She grunted over the line, what sounded like something smashing echoing in the background.

“What’s going on?” I asked, trying to listen.

“Nothing. You just kinda called me at a bad time is all.”

A bad time?“Why? What are you doing?”

“On a job.”

I knew what that meant. She was in the middle of trying to fucking kill someone. Panic smothered my chest, but I tried to stay calm.

A barrage of gunfire cut through the line a second later.

FUCK CALM!

“Where are you?” I demanded, running to my desk. I pressed the button underneath it to reveal the safe room located behind the bookshelf. I quickly put in my twelve-digit code, and when the thick, steel door swung open, ran inside, heading right for the wall of weapons at the back.

“Why?” More grunting. Some cursing.

“So I can come—”

“Oh, hold on.” The sounds of fighting trickled through, of fists connecting with flesh and people being thrown into walls and furniture.

“Autumn. Autumn!”

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