Page 22 of Possessive Mechanic

“If it’s money you want, I’ve got it. You can have all of it. Just leave her alone.”

“Oh, I’ll be taking your money as well. Don’t you worry about that. I’ll be taking your entire existence and fucking you so hard your ass will be so raw you won’t be able to sit down the rest of your life. Now move, loser,” he says, pointing his gun at Axel to move back into the shop.

Axel looks at me and nods, trying to tell me that everything’s going to be okay, although I’m not so sure that’s going to be the case at all.

Axel backpedals versus turning around, but Ronny doesn’t seem to mind, instead laughing hysterically as we move toward the garage door.

“Open it. And don’t try anything stupid,” Ronny instructs. “No quick movements.”

Axel squats down, opens it, and raises it up. “Move,” Rony says. “You’re wasting time.

Axel turns his body sideways toward us as Rony surveys the area, smiling from ear to ear.

‘Duck’, Axel mouths quickly toward me.

‘When?’ I mouth back.

‘Now!’ he mouths. I take a deep breath, no clue what he has in mind but I’ve got no choice but to trust him at this point.

I watch as his hand slides into his pocket and his eyes open wide as if to ask, ‘What the hell are you waiting on?’

In one swift move, I drop to my knees just as Axel seems to depress something in his pocket. One of the garage bays springs to life, the hydraulic lift rising and the lights flashing on, distracting Ronny who turns his gun in that direction and fires a shot.

The sound of my body hitting the ground has his head springing back quickly but his arm isn’t fast enough. Axel grabs a wrench out of the back of his pants, throws it right at Ronny’s and his arm buckles.

A split second later Axel is on top of him, beating the living shit out of him.

“Axel! No,” I plead, trying to pull him off but it’s no use.

“How dare you try and hurt what’s mine,” he growls, throwing punch after punch as Ronny’s head bounces off the concrete.

I throw myself on Axel’s back, pleading with him to stop. “You kill him, you go back to prison and we can’t be together.”

His raised fist freezes and I swear I can feel his heart beating through the back of his body as I draped myself over him like a wet dishrag.

Slowly he rises up, grabs me by the face, and kisses me hard.

“I would have lost it if he did anything to you because losing you is losing everything,” he says, staring right into my eyes.

“He can’t take me from you. No one can.”

“That’s what he wanted, wasn’t it?” he spits. “He wanted to put his dirty dick in you to try and claim you before I did. That’s what this is all about isn’t it?”

I do nothing, my eyes dropping as my head tucks to my chest.

“Tell me,” Axel demands, his loud call for me to be honest echoes through the open space, the smell of motor oil and blood in the air. He’s a man, a real man who knows things. He works with his hands, his mind, everything he’s got. His entire being has been sharpened like a sword through all the trials and tribulations he’s been through in life. No use in trying to pretend he hasn’t and that I can slide one by him to prevent him from blowing up right now. “Tell me,” he grits, grabbing my chin with his thumb and forefinger.

I nod. “Yes. It’s true.”

He stands, paces the room, and then bends at the waist so much that his head is inches from Ronny’s. “This is what you wanted?” he chastises him, even though Ronny is clearly out cold. “Not yours, asshole. Mine. Always been mine. Always will be. Now I’m going to rub it in your fucking face.”

Axel closes the distance between us, grabbing me and throwing me over his shoulder like a caveman, carrying me to one of the bays where he lowers down a chain that apparently can support the weight of an entire car.

But instead, he wraps the iron links around my wrists and then up and under my armpits, securing them with some sort of bungee cord. “Axel? What are you doing?”

“Taking my fucking victory lap. That’s what.”

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