Page 40 of Make Me Your Hitta

I sprinted down the corridor, my mind racing. Xenobia’s room was on the east wing, but if she’d heard the explosion, maybe she’d tried to get to the panic room, or perhaps she was in her art studio…Fuck, that girl never stays put when she’s told.

The air was thick with smoke and the choking smell of explosives. As I rounded a corner, I nearly collided with one of our guards.

“Adonis!” he shouted, eyes wild. “We’re under attack! The Toussaints—”

I nodded while shielding my nose and mouth with the crook of my arm. “I know. You know the drill. Protect Don, kill the intruders,” I cut him off. “Where’s Xenobia?”

He shook his head, looking lost. “I don’t—”

Another explosion rocked the building, and it was closer this time. The lights flickered, plunging us into momentary darkness. When they came back on, the guard was gone, already racing toward the commotion. I pressed on, my jaw clenched tighter than a virgin’s pussy. The shadows seemed to deepen with each step, the once familiar halls now alien and threatening. Every corner could hide an enemy, and every closed door could be a potential trap.

“Come on, Nobi,” I muttered, willing Xenobia to appear. “Don’t make this harder than it needs to be.”

As I moved deeper into the mansion, the dread in my gut grew heavier as I reached her bedroom door. My father’s assassins had caught us slipping, and now Xenobia was out there somewhere, probably thinking she could handle this shit on her own. Her room was empty, so where the fuck was she? My mind raced, trying to piece together a plan. Where would Xenobia go? The panic room was the obvious choice, but knowing her stubborn streak, she might’ve decided to play hero instead.

“Shit,” I hissed, rounding another corner. The weight of my earlier actions pressed down on me, making each step more difficult. Donovan’s face flashed in my mind, his eyes wide with terror in those final moments.

I shook my head, trying to focus. “Get it together, Adonis. Find your fuckin’ girl.”

A sudden crash from down the hall had me sprinting, gun drawn. As I burst through the library door, I saw her—Xenobia, beautiful and fierce, her scarred face set in determination as she faced off against two intruders.

I didn’t waste time with words, pulling my gun out and popping them both between the eyes. It was over in seconds. As the last attacker hit the floor, her eyes met mine. Everything else fell away in that moment—the chaos, the danger, even my guilt. There was just Xenobia, her sharp gaze a fusion of relief and determination.

“We need to move,” I said, my voice rougher than I intended.

She nodded, understanding passing between us without words. We were in this together now, come hell or high water. “Wherever you go, I’ll follow,” Xenobia said softly. I stepped forward, and her hand caught my arm. “Wait. There’s something I need to tell you first.”

“Can it wait, Nobi?” I challenged, grabbing her hand.

I ignored the spark that shot through me at the contact. We had a war to survive first. Everything else could wait.

Xenobia quickly dipped her chin. “Okay.”

My mind raced as we moved through the shadows of the mansion. I should’ve been fighting and defending, but none of it mattered. There was only her.

“You got a plan, or are we just winging it?” she whispered, her breath warm against my ear.

I swallowed hard. “Working on it. The first priority is getting you the hell out of here.”

She scoffed before tugging at my arm so that I’d look at her. “No. I’m not running, Adonis.”

I turned to face her, frustration and admiration warring inside me. “This isn’t a fuckin’ video game, Xenobia. You don’t get a reset button. My father won’t hesitate to—”

“Kill us,” she answered, cutting me off. “Which means I stay and fight by your side.”

Fuck, she was stubborn. And bold. And beautiful. And entirely out of her depth.

“You don’t know what the fuck you’re up against,” I growled.

Her eyes flashed. “Then teach me.”

For a moment, I was tempted. The image of Xenobia, fierce and deadly, by my side like Bonnie and Clyde played on repeat at the forefront of my mind. But no. I couldn’t risk her fuckin’ life like that.

“We don’t have time,” I said, pulling her along. “We need to—”

Another explosion rocked the building, and it was closer this time. Dust rained down from the ceiling. Fuck it.

“Shit,” I muttered.

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