Page 30 of Unmasked Anarchy
God dammit.
I’m the one who moves first, or maybe he does, but either way, our mouths crash together like nobody is watching and nothing we are doing is wrong.His hands are everywhere, my face, my back, tangled in my hair and pulling like he just can’t get me close enough.
I don't think.I don't stop.His tongue is rough and possessive and it tastes like the kind of trouble you don't recover from.My moans against his lips do nothing to slow him down, and I can’t seem to stop myself from pressing my body against his, as close as I can get, feeling every hard ridge of his body against mine.
I need to stop this.
It is wrong.
I pull back, quickly, nearly falling off the seat.
“I can’t,” I whisper, my stomach twisting.“I’m not ...this isn’t me.”
He opens his mouth to answer but is cut off by the sound of gunfire.
We both freeze, but only for a second.Kael moves fast, pulling me down to the ground behind the table as another shot cracks the peace apart.We land hard, tangled, breathless.
“Stay down,” Kael growls, looking over the table’s edge.More shots, someone screaming in the distance.The fire at the heart of the club is chaos, shadows running everywhere.
My whole body is pumping with adrenaline.Kael tugs me up, and we crouch-run for the nearest concrete wall, bullets whining somewhere behind us.My ears ring.My heart thuds angrily against my chest.
“Someone is shootin’ at the club.”
My heart skips a beat.
Then I hear the scream.
Female.
Kael grabs me when the gunfire stops and pulls me toward the sheds, and that’s when we notice two men at the front gates, holding Mera, a gun pressed to her temple.My stomach twists as I stare at the scene before me, the men all standing, Wolfe’s face twisted with rage, nobody moving.
“You fuckin’ move and I blow her brains out,” the man roars.
Kael’s grip on my arm tightens.“Fuck,” he breathes, low.
“Get all your men out here,” the second man bellows.“I want to see every fuckin’ club member or she dies.”
Wolfe, fists clenched by his sides, barks, “Everyone out here.Find them all.Now.”
“I gotta go,” Kael hisses.“Fuck.”
I turn to him, my heart racing, but I know what I have to do.“I don’t.I know you don’t know me, but do you trust me?”
His eyes scan my face.“Yeah.”
“Then I need a gun.”
He reaches around behind him, no hesitation, and hands me his gun.I shake my head.“No.I need a bigger gun.A rifle.”
“Kael,” Wolfe roars.“Out here.”
Kael looks stressed, his face tight.
“I know you have guns, Kael.Give me one.”
“Fuck,” he barks, then turns and disappears into the shed.
He returns a few minutes later with a rifle, handing it to me.“I gotta go.I don’t know what you’re plannin’, but fuck, be careful.”
