Page 67 of Unmasked Anarchy
I keep shooting until I can’t hear my own thoughts, or the hammering of my heart, or the desperate shouting from the trees.I will not let them die for me.I can already see far too many club members on the ground, bloody and lifeless.I won’t let this end with anymore losing their lives.
I point the gun at the man who started all of this, who ordered his men to gut me, who brought me here and decided to set this little plan into motion.A leader, maybe not the leader, but high enough up that he matters.He is standing, protected by three men who are shooting, a large SUV protecting him.
But from here, I can see him perfectly.
He will never see it coming.
I line the shot up for his temple.
And I blow his fucking brains out.
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Istay crouched behindthe log, breath stabbing my ribcage as I watch the fight die down.My shoulder kills.My body is on high alert.Nobody moves in the clearing.Then the remaining cartel members, knowing their leader is dead, cut and run.They dart towards their vehicles, diving in, and speeding out of there.
Just like that, it’s over.
I want to collapse.I want to throw up.The relief is heavy.The ground is littered with bodies.I don’t dare count how many.The clubs regroup first, their men staggering over, so many injured.My eyes only search for two people.Kael and Gage.I see both, bloody, but alive.
I let the rifle drop and breathe until the world stops tilting.My ears ring.I can’t move, my legs are jelly and my nerves are shot.Instead, I sit on the ground and just wait.It doesn’t take long for Kael to find me, he just had to follow the line of dead bodies to figure out where I am hiding.
He is shoving through the shrubs and when he sees me, he reaches down and hauls me to my feet.His hands grab my face, gentle and brutal at the same time, like he’ll kill anyone who gets between us.His mouth crashes over mine, metallic with blood—his, mine, who cares.I let him, my legs giving out so I have to cling to his jacket, fingers knotting in the leather.
He tears his mouth away.“You could have died,” he breathes.“You crazy, beautiful...”
I don’t let him finish.I claw at his shirt, shoving him back against the nearest tree, and he doesn’t fight it.He stares, and for one second, we’re both animals, trembling, wild with it.Kael’s thumb lingers on my split cheekbone, his palm over my chest, feeling my heart jump.I can see the way his breathing spikes, the way he can’t decide if he wants to shake me or slam me.
I do it for him.
I arch against him, and that’s all it takes.He yanks my belt open, jerking my jeans down, not bothering with patience, and for a second the pain of it brings darkness to the edge.Instead of pulling away, I grit my teeth and fumble with his waistband, desperate.He grunts, a sound that’s almost a growl, then hoists me up, hands under my ass, and wraps my legs around his hips.
His mouth is everywhere; my jawline burning from his stubble, my neck bitten and bruised before I can even gasp.I’m pinned between Kael and the tree, bark scratching my back through the shirt, legs locked around his body.I barely notice the pain in my body anymore.I just want him—need him—to fill every empty space left by the horror of the last hour.
He fists one hand in my hair and pulls my head back, biting down on my throat, the other hand pressing my hips to his.Then he reaches down and frees himself, driving his cock into me.He fucks me, brutal, not slow—neither of us are built for gentle.Every thrust makes the tree shudder at my spine.I don’t care.I want it to hurt, want it to remind me what it is to be alive.Kael catches my mouth, tongue tangling hard.
When I cum, the world splinters around me.My nails glide through his hair, scraping against his scalp, but he doesn’t slow, just crushes his face to my forehead and keeps whispering, “You’re mine, baby.You’re fucking mine.”Then he cums with a growl, his body shaking against mine.
