Page 86 of Hostile Love
I lunge at him, stuff my fingers into his balaclava, yank his head down and use his resistance to throw my knee into his jaw. His head swings sideways and the satisfying grunt of pain he makes, fuck, yeah, that injects my blood with more adrenaline.
In the chaos, I hear his gun drop and smile inwardly. He’s not slow to react to my attack, though, stomping his boot down on my inner thigh.
I bite my bottom lip and swallow a pained groan. Not giving myself a second to feel, I flick up my boot and wallop him straight in the dick.
It’s a dirty move and one I’d happily reuse. Which I do. Why stop there?
In the short seconds of his stunned paralysis, I pull back my good arm and punch him in the same place. He staggers a little, and I reach for the bottom of my pant leg, lifting it until I can unstrap the dagger attached to my calf.
He swings at me again, clobbering the side of my head with his fist. Dazed, but I don’t let go of the dagger.
I shake off the floaty blobs in my eyes and lunge at him. The blade sinks into his bicep, slicing through the muscle and stays wedged.
His pained snarl is music to my ears. Blood oozes from the wound. He’s disarmed and injured. Just the way I like it.
Despite getting the better of him, he manages to catch me off guard, smacking me across the face with the back of his hand.
My head jerks and hits the wall beside me. Temporarily stunned, I blink and pant, doing my best to stay alert.
When I refocus, ready to unleash my best move yet, he’s already sunk to his haunches with the bloodied dagger held between us.
His throaty chuckle burns under my skin and my temper spikes all over again. He’s too close and no man has permission to be in my personal space, except for Matheus.
Not giving up, I thrust the heel of my hand into his nose, simultaneously pushing him backward. His snarl explodes around us. I smirk again, knowing I’m winning, and he hates it.
I'm ready to throw another punch when his hand lashes out. Long fingers squeeze my windpipe, and his other hand clamps my injured wrist.
He twists the bones and laughs when I howl. Crowding me, he uses his weight to pin me on top of Carina––trapping me under him.
Red-hot agony has my whole body shaking. I draw in my lips and do my best to fight against him, but his fingers are merciless and I’m struggling to breathe.
While I thrash, Carina stirs beneath me, her body wriggling when she realizes what’s happening.
Blackness clouds my vision and my eyes bulge, needing oxygen.
He continues to manipulate my broken wrist, using it to overpower me. Sandwiched in place, my legs twitch, and my free hand slaps at his shoulder.
There’s a rift in time as the memories of Matheus and me together play out in my mind like a movie.
I remember the look on his handsome face when we both gazed at his name painted on my chest. The two of us understanding our love is forever.
Never considering it meant until death do us part.
His proud smile had made my heart flutter and when I admitted I belonged to him, possessive devotion had swirled in his fiery chestnut eyes.
That's the bliss my mind helplessly holds onto when a known voice rumbles into the side of my face.
“Every Souza bitch will die today,Buffy. And you’re one of those bitches.”
25
DANIELA
I am not prey.
I won’t let Mat find me like this.
Kill him, Dani.
