Page 20 of Ivory Sins
I take my stance, ready for hand to hand combat as he lunges at me with dangerous speed. Hunter's surprisingly good with his fists, swinging deadly blows and dodging mine.
The air is electric with the sounds of our thick grunts as we exchange kicks and punches. The fight intensifies as neither of us will yield to the other's strength. Soon, our blows leave us bleeding and weak. Hunter resorts to turning anything at his disposal into a makeshift weapon—broken pieces of glass, sand, wooden chairs.
“Do you think she loves you?” he bellows. “After you abandoned her for three fucking years? You're fucking delusional, Marco! I'm gonna kill you; she's gonna be mine!”
I deflect and dodge all of his attacks as I unleash my pent-up rage. Maybe I was holding back at first, but the idea of Hunter having his way with Olivia unlocked something in me, something primal.
Now, it's like I'm a beast on a rampage. Every punch lands—jaw, cheek, gut, ribs—anywhere I aim. Hunter’s staggering, bleeding, but I don’t let up.
He stumbles backwards and crashes to the ground. I'm so angry that I miss the knife he unsheathes. As I reach down to grab him by the collar, I feel the blade piercing my flesh. He kicks me off of him and as I fall on my side, a hand over the wound on my abdomen, he launches an attack on me.
“Stop!” Olivia calls out at the top of her voice.
Hunter freezes in his tracks and slowly turns in her direction. I shift my gaze to her—
And there she stands with a gun in her hand, an AK-47, which she points at Hunter. Her stance is perfect and majestic, like she knows how to use it.
“Back away from him or I swear…” She cocks the gun, her eyes filled with rage. “...I will shoot you.”
I couldn't be more proud of her. She somehow freed herself and picked up the discarded gun of a dead man. She looks so badass, so fierce and sexy.
Hunter chuckles. “You won't kill me. You're not a killer.”
“You'll make one out of me if you don't stand down,” she warns, aiming at his chest.
I can see in her eyes that she's not kidding—she can pull that trigger.
Hunter doesn’t see what I see. He underestimates her and disobeys her warning.
Wrong move.
As he raises his hand in readiness to attack me, she squeezes the trigger and a loud gunshot fills the room. The shocked expression on Hunter's face is the last look on his face before he falls to the ground. Dead with a bullet hole in his chest.
Just before Olivia can take a step forward, Nova appears behind her with a knife for her throat. “Let's wrap things up nice and easy, shall we?”
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“Impressive.Ididn'tthinkyou actually had it in you. To pull that trigger.” Nova's breath brushes over my ear. “Now, drop the gun,” he adds. “Don't be silly. I'll slit your throat much quicker than you can take a breath.”
My hands tremble as his knife cuts through my flesh and I'm forced to drop the gun.
“Let her go!” Marco bellows, struggling to stand, a hand on his wound.
“Now isn't the time to play hero, Marco,” Nova says to him, pulling me closer himself.
Immediately, I see my brothers barging into the room with guns aimed at my captor.
“Nova!” Matteo's deep voice echoes through the walls, his eyes blazing with fury.
“Ahh, the entire squad is here,” Nova says, tightening his grip around the knife to my neck.
“Drop your weapon,” Lorenzo warns him, his gun aimed at Nova.
“Right after you drop yours,” he replies, his blade piercing my skin.
“Gimme one good reason I shouldn't put a bullet through your head right now,” Angelo says through gritted teeth.
