Page 37 of Devotion

Or he’s just pushing the limits.

Either way, it’s a good thing my brother is in the car. If it was just us, I might get some crazy ideas putting his concentration to the test.

The back window explodes suddenly, drawing a string of curses from all three of us. Ice cold air whips into the car.

“Sorry Matty! But at least now you can give them some payback!”

“You do not have to tell me two times.”

“Twice!”

He sets to it immediately, turning around and clearing the rest of the pebbled glass. Unfortunately, our tails have the same advantage of cover, staying just far enough back to avoid Matvey’s assault.

“I think it is time to turn tables, no?”

“Agreed. The straightaway up ahead?”

“Da.”

Ciro veers to the left, through a chain-link gate. Then he slams the gas, the magnificent engine roars and we rocket forward onto the wide, vacant avenue between two abandoned brick buildings.

He continues to accelerate, smashing us back into the seats, and the two black cars follow suit.

“They’re gaining!”

“Let ’em.” Ciro growls and I cannot resist any longer, completely caught up in the fray.

My hand is on his thigh, sliding across his lap. Only to find his cock already rock-hard and straining against his pants. Biting my lip, my fingers tighten, gripping him as we soar toward the waterfront.

“Brace!” He shouts, and slams on the brakes, throwing a hand across my chest and copping a feel in the process. Just before he slides his hand down, grazing between my thighs and pressing just enough to make me arch my back and flex.

Matvey curses, bouncing against the back of Ciro’s seat as the car screeches to a halt and the two pursuing sports cars whoosh past us, barely missing on either side. Then Ciro’s hand is back on the shifter, first gear, surging after them.

Both cars hesitate, turning along the route, clearly at a loss for how to handle us chasing them. One slows, trying to come alongside us while two dark-eyed killers take aim out the back window, automatic weapons. So I quickly take the opportunity to blow out a couple of tires.

The car spins, clipping the loading dock wall, Ciro whips in, clipping their bumper, sending them into a roll as we speed away. As much as I hate to admit, he was right. Ciro is more than impressive behind the wheel.

He is a fucking magician.

Leaving the first car tumbling in our wake, we gain on the lead car. Guns emerge from the windows again, spraying bullets back at us, but Ciro doesn’t give them an easy target. A few more shots and they have to reload.

That’s when their driver decides to try a maneuver of his own, making to spin around on us to either make us hit them, or give them a clear shot. Dangerous, no matter how you look at it.

But Ciro huffs indignantly, swerving wide, pulling the hand brake and whipping us into a tailspin, using our heavier vehicle to clip the front end of the BMW as it comes around and causing them to loose control.

With a crunch of metal and glass, the other car slams into the brick wall, coming to a sudden stop.

And Ciro simply rides out the momentum of the drift, easing us up right beside the wreck.

“Go!” I order, bolting from the car as I see men exiting the crashed vehicle, readying their MP5s.

Matvey dives out the back window, still grumbling about the damage to his precious car, Ciro making a beeline to the wall and flanking. A rain of bullets chases all three of us to cover, ducking behind anything we can find.

“I’m out!” I grit out through clenched teeth. Foolish of me not to grab another clip. Not that I expected to be chased across town and shot at tonight.

Bolting from my cover, I launch a throwing knife into one of the thug’s legs, dropping him to his knee with a shout, just in time for Matvey to take him in the head, laying more cover fire for me to get behind some crates and leaving an opening for Ciro.

“Shakal!”

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