Page 100 of Pretty Plaything
A smile crooks his mouth. “Oh, don’t be like that, baby.”
I glare at him, my fingers curling into fists, but there’s nothing I can do.
The sounds of gunfire pierce the air.
The tattoos guy jerks back and steps away from me. I breathe out a sigh of relief.
“What the fuck’s going on?” he asks.
“No idea. I’ll go check. It’s probably just Pete shooting bottles again. You know how he is when he gets drunk.”
The gunshots die down.
“It’s just you and me now, baby,” the tattoos guy says, placing his hand on my cheek, his other hand going for the bulge in his pants.
I try to bite him. He scowls, lifting his hand.
I wait for him to hit me, closing my eyes.
“Hands off my wife, you son of a bitch!”
I open my eyes just in time to see Alessandro as he breaks the tattoos guy’s hand. The guy screams.
There’s a smile on Alessandro’s face as he whips out a big knife from behind his back and stabs the guy in the crotch. Something cracks, and blood flows and sprays everywhere as Alessandro forces the knife up.
The guy falls down to the floor in front of my feet, and I can see his insides. His blood pools around my shoes, and there are drops of it all over me.
Ah fuck.
I flinch when Alessandro cuts through my ropes to free me.
“Sienna,” he says, crouching in front of me, his hand on my cheek. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” I manage to choke out.
“Good. I’m sorry it took me so long.” He presses his lips against mine, and I kiss him back, even if it feels like the whole world is swimming around us. “Let’s get you out of here.”
He picks me up into his arms, and when we’re in the hallway, I see that it’s littered with bodies.
No one else is here.
He’s done all of this himself, and there’s a spark of adrenaline in his eyes.
I just hold onto him, and I don’t want to think about anything.
