Page 20 of Wrath

It had already been over an hour, and it was getting harder and harder not to think about Mia and how incredible her body felt next to mine. A wave of euphoria washed over me as I replayed the memories in my head. It was a crazy night filled with passion and an unexpected connection. It was like the world around us had melted away and we were propelled into our own little universe—a place where time stood still and everything else faded into insignificance.

The memory of her touch lingered on my skin, leaving me with a delicious ache that served as a reminder of the fiery desire that had consumed us. Her soft whimpers still echoed in my ears, intertwining with the sounds of our bodies colliding together. It was intense and so fucking good.

It wasn't just the fucking that had left me spellbound. It was her. It was the way she looked at me, her eyes filled with a mix of desire, adoration, and a hint of mischief. It was the way she touched me like she knew what she wanted and wasn’t afraid to take it. Just thinking about it had my cock throbbing, forcing me to shift in my seat.

I wasn’t like this.

I didn’t get stirred up by a woman.

She’d done something to me. She made me want her, long for her touch, and that was the last thing I needed, especially now. I needed to be focused on the task at hand, not thinking about the woman I couldn’t have. Thankfully, I got the distraction I needed when Jarhead turned down a deserted road on the outskirts of the city.

I could feel the tension growing in the SUV, so I knew we were getting close. Seconds later, we pulled up to an old, dilapidated brick building and parked. Jarhead killed the engine, then turned to me and said, “Stay put.”

I didn’t respond. I simply sat there and watched as the three men got out of the SUV and did a thorough sweep of the area. They’d just made it back to the SUV when a black van pulled up next to us. Bruton’s men stood close together, waiting patiently as their distributors got out of the vehicle.

It was two men—one tall and broad with reddish hair and the other short and stout with gray hair and dark sunglasses. They spoke for a moment, and then something caught the attention of one of Bruton’s men. He looked off into the distance for a moment but quickly returned to his conversation.

Something was off. I could feel it in my bones. I leaned forward, trying to get a better view of my surroundings, but the dark tint on the windows made it difficult to see anything except what was straight in front of me. They continued to talk, and I could do nothing but sit there in that damn SUV and watch as one of the men handed Jarhead a thick envelope.

He’d just started to place the envelope in the side pocket of his jacket when his head reared back, and blood splattered across the passenger side window. I had no chance to process what I’d seen when Jarhead was hit directly between the eyes. My breath caught when he dropped to the ground. Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum seemed just as thrown as I was.

They quickly drew their weapons and started firing off round after round, but it was all in vain. Neither of them knew where the shooter was hiding, and within seconds, they were both lying on the ground with blood pooling around their lifeless bodies. I still couldn't see who was doing the shooting, so I leaned forward and tried to get a better look.

That’s when I spotted a tall, dark figure emerging from the shadows.

He was wearing all black clothing with black cowboy boots, and he had long, dark hair that laid oddly close to his head. It was dark and hard to make out his face, but I could see that he was carrying an AK-47 with a large Wolverine suppressor. He looked intent on killing everyone in his line of sight, and he was headed straight for me.

It was only a matter of time before he spotted me.

I had to do something, so I crawled to the front seat and got behind the wheel. He was still charging towards me when I cranked the engine. His eyes locked on mine as he raised his weapon and began shooting. Bullets were raining down on me as I threw it into reverse and skidded out of the parking lot.

Once I could see the road ahead, I whipped it into drive and slammed my foot on the gas. When the shooting stopped, I glanced into the rearview mirror, and my heart started pounding as I watched the man climb into the van and start after me.

Fuck.

He was coming after me.

I had to get the hell out of there, so I turned my focus to the road ahead. The tires screeched against the asphalt as I took the corner on two wheels. The high speed made it difficult to keep control of the vehicle, but I didn’t have a choice. I had to gain some ground on him.

But I wasn’t gaining ground.

The asshole was coming up on me, and he was coming up on me fast.

Adrenaline surged through my veins, making my heart race and my vision blur. I tried to shake it off, but the impending threat made it difficult to think.

I did know one thing for sure. I had to get in touch with Cotton and let him and the others know that things had gone to shit. I grabbed my phone out of my back pocket and quickly dialed his number. Seconds later, he answered, “You got Cotton.”

“Prez, we’ve got trouble.”

“What’s going on?”

“All of Bruton’s guys are dead. His distributor, too.”

“What the fuck?”

“It was crazy, Prez. This guy came outta nowhere... None of us saw him coming. He killed them all. Every last one of them.”

“Fuck.” I could hear the concern in his voice as Cotton asked, “Where is he now?”

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