Page 40 of Sexted By a Stranger
My body lunged forward on pure instinct, massive force slamming into Sheila's slight frame, wrapping her tightly in my arms.
Powerful momentum sent us both crashing hard onto the cold sidewalk, rolling once. Violent impact pain shot through my back.
"Stay down." I forced her head deep into the hollow of my neck, using my entire body to shield her from the bloody world outside. My other hand quickly covered her eyes, wide and trembling with extreme terror.
"Don't be afraid. I'm here."
Muzzle flash—I caught sight of a dark window on the second floor across the street. Bullets screamed into the hood of my car parked at the curb, sparks flying.
Then dense bullets poured down like water; the target was clearly Sheila's previous position.
I jerked my head up, gaze shooting like a poisoned ice pick toward the bullet source. A figure was about to withdraw.
Bang.
Fire erupted from Lennox's gun, the window glass exploding. The figure jerked backward and vanished.
"Three o'clock. Alley entrance." Lennox warned urgently.
Another flash—a gun emerged from the alley shadows.
"Boss." Lennox roared.
A black object cut through the smoke-filled air, arcing precisely toward where I'd rolled.
My arm shot out like lightning.
Smack.
Dull metal impact.
The custom handgun gleaming with cold light landed solidly in my palm. The icy metal touch instantly ignited the dormant violence in my blood.
Raise arm, aim, squeeze trigger—all one fluid motion.
My gun spat fire, bullets drilling into the head of the gunman just emerging from the alley shadows.
Target dropped silently.
"Cover." I barked.
Lennox and distant men instantly erupted with fierce firepower, bullets cascading like a waterfall toward the attackers' hiding spots.
Windows shattered, brick debris flew. A dense fire net formed instantly, pinning enemies down hard.
This is it!.
Using this brief gap, my left arm tightened violently, locking Sheila against my side. Her body was light as a feather yet heavy as the world—she was everything I had to protect right now.
"Come on!"
My legs exploded with shocking power, launching up like a cheetah. Left arm tight around Sheila's waist, almost lifting her off the ground, while firing blindly back at enemy positions.
Not aiming for precision, just maximum fire suppression and intimidation.
Lennox and the men's fire coordinated perfectly with my assault, biting down hard on exposed firing positions.
We tore a gap through the crossfire of death.
