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“You won’t get away with this.” He says gruffly.
“I already did.”
The yelp he makes as I toss the oil covered burning rag at him and it lands on the table just in front of his crotch is comical. He bats at the flames with his hands as they immediately take over the tablecloth and the table, catching the dishes of olive oil and spices up like little lanterns.
It becomes utter chaos as a gun fires off, and the wall beside me blows apart with fragments of the plaster and wallpaper spraying out, and the fire spreads. The women scream and run towards the kitchen, only to be backed up by the inferno already ablaze in there.
The laughter that peals out of me sounds like something from an insane man, as I kick over the nearest table, reaching underneath and grabbing the barrel of the rifle aimed at my knees before the goon can even take a shot. I plunge the weapon back into his dick, doubling him over, and yank it from him, shooting into the air, stopping anyone from coming towards me.
“Let this be a lesson to you all.” I say, firing the weapon into the ceiling again, dusting them with the powder from the tiles that catches fire as it falls. “Never create something which you cannot control.”
The heat is becoming too much, and the smoke is quickly filling the room, stifling out my breath as I spray a round of cover fire from the assault rifle and back out the front door, leaving them all inside where the smoke and flames will take them all.
The door rattles with someone pushing on it as I slip the rifle into the handles, barring it shut, locking them in, making sure that they all die in a fucking blaze of glory.
“Fuck you all.” I spit out as I turn away from the glass door and walk away from the place I’ve called home for so long. “Fuck you all.”
Chapter
Thirty-One
“Plan kinda changed.” I say to Dani as she waits for me in the back lot, backing away from the flames that protrude from the fire exit door that’s so warped it won’t stay closed anymore. “Everyone get out okay?”
“Yeah, Mark was last one out.” She answers me, dousing the dumpster and ground with what’s in her gas can. “Got a light?” She giggles, tossing the can in the trash.
“Nah, lost mine inside but here.” I say, picking up a piece of cardboard from the ground and holding it to the crack in the door, making a piece of kindling and handing it to her. “Wanna do the honors?”
“Abso-fucking-lutely.” She says, taking it from me and chucking it into the big metal bin.
The fire blows out of the top of the dumpster like a bomb has gone off, before simmering down to a flickering flame, and we walk away with it burning red hot behind us, leaving the restaurant’s lot, going across the street and back to the bikes behind the café.
The blaze is already big enough to make the sky an ominous orange, and the smoke that billows out rolls around the street, blacking out the leaves and fall foliage that flutters by. Even a few leaves that are in the air catch aflame from just the heat of the fire and join the cloud of death.
It's beautiful, the sight of the destruction and the sounds of the screams from inside what’s left of Valentino’s. I’m hard in my jeans watching the building burn like a pile of dry sticks, becoming a raging wildfire, and I pull Dani into my arms and kiss her in the shadows of the blaze we created.
“I’m gonna bend you over this bike and fuck the shit out of you while we watch their world burn.” I say into her mouth, feeling her lips curl up in a sinister smile.
“Yes please, Sir.”
“Then when we’re done, you get to help me finish this all.”
“Mmmm, Allie, here we come.” She purrs, grabbing the waistband of her leggings and pulling them down, leaning over Luna’s seat and wagging her ass in my face. “But first, I’m gonna cum.”
“That’s my dirty fucking girl.”
I can’t get my jeans open fast enough, and I’m raging behind the zipper as I open them hastily. My cock juts out all swollen and big and already dripping in my desire to fuck her while the fire rages just across the street.
The sound of fire trucks and sirens fills the air as I slide into her wet cunt, slamming her into Luna, rocking the bike on its kickstand under her.
“Oh fuck yes.” I groan, pounding into her.
Grabbing her hips and going harder and harder, I fuck her like I’ve never done before. It needs to be fast, and rough, and violent, like the scene unfolding around us, and oh my God, is it ever.
The sound of my belt and jeans clinking is nothing compared to the slick noises of flesh on flesh as I fuck the life out of my woman, watching over her back as the sky turns from orange to bright red and the black smoke swirls higher and higher to the heavens.
“Damien!” She cries out, her hands holding on tightly to Luna, trying to stabilize herself as I drive into her. “Harder. God, fuck, harder.”
Her riding jacket makes a good handle as I grab ahold of it and ram her harder, kicking her legs apart farther, bending her over more so her weight is right over the kickstand, keeping her and the bike from tipping. It’s a fucking perfect sight, her sweet ass, my cock going in and out of her tight little pussy from the back, her body bent over the other woman in my life, and all of it is in front of the backdrop of the devastation we’ve caused.
