Page 78 of Beastly Armory
The rest of the dinner is peaceful, focused on the meal and cake that the Von Dovish chef made for us. We relax in the living room together to watch a movie before Livia and I decide to head home. Hanging out, doing something so perfectly peaceful, under a blanket, no less, made my cock grow to its full capacity. Being that close to my wife, her head resting on my shoulder, leg thrown over my own, it was enough to just about make me fuck her in front of her brother. But alas, I restrained myself.
As we say goodbye to Cal, Livia slips her arm around my waist while I throw one over her shoulders. She leans intome as we stroll to the Barracuda together. “I’ll convince him. He has to get on board, or we’re all dead now that he doesn’t have gates… or guards,” she says with a careful look my way.
“Foxy, let’s just leave it for now. He’s our brother. If Wyatt and his club sells over here, I’m not going to stop them. Cal hasn’t said anything about that so far. Hopefully, he won’t.”
Heading across town, I notice a Mercedes tailing a few cars back. I don’t want to worry Livia, so I grab my phone and dial Skipper, my hacker.
“Hey. You got eyes right now?”
My wife sits up straight in her seat and glances behind us.
Skipper’s melodic voice rings out, “Yes. Not sure who it is, though. They have a block on my feed, which means it’s probably Strauss. I can guide you. Let me turn some of those lights green for you.”
Immediately, the light I’m sitting at changes, and I press the gas pedal all the way down. “Get me to the highway. I can take them there.”
“Left.”
Tossing my phone at Livia, she catches it with one hand and puts it on speaker, grabbing onto the handle of the door as I spin the wheel. We make a sharp turn, but the Mercedes catches up easily.
“Two streets up and take a right.”
Focusing on Skipper’s steady voice, I will myself to calm down. He’s not fazed by anything. Meanwhile, my heart rate climbs steadily as sweat pours from myforehead. Gripping the steering wheel tighter, I follow his instructions.
“They’re still there,” I say through gritted teeth.
“Quick right as soon as you can, then straight for three and a left.”
“In this alley?” I almost panic yell.
“Yes. Go now.”
Squeezing the front of the car between buildings, I gun the engine, pushing my girl as fast as she’ll go. Flying through gears, my breath catches when I have to slam on the brakes at the end of the alley. Another Mercedes blocks the exit. Two men stand beside it with guns pointed at us. The other black car pulls in behind us, its bright headlights bathing the interior of the Barracuda in blinding white. Livia grips onto everything she can in the car with strained fingers.
“Max! We’re trapped.” Her voice is breathless, the sound of her fear tightening my chest.
“I’m getting Aries in position, Max. Hang on.” Skipper comes through the phone as I swallow deeply, my constricted throat almost causing me to choke. The guy in front of us motions with his hand to raise ours, but I think about my gun sitting in my hip holster. How fast can I reach and shoot?
“I don’t have time for that, Skip.” Instead of waiting, I take off. Shots ring through the glass, fracturing it into a billion spectrums of light. The guys jump out of the way as I crash into the side of the Mercedes at the end of the alley. It moves sideways, but not enough for us to get through. Backing up, I ram into the one behind us, butwhen I turn to look at where I’m going, Livia slouches, clutching her arm.
“D-did you get hit?” My voice is fully panicked now. I can’t lose her.
Her wet eyes meet mine, and everything in my world shatters. “Max… Keep going.”
“No! Foxy! Keep your fucking eyes on me, baby.” Tears blind my vision, and I blink rapidly to clear it. “Don’t close your eyes. Do not close your eyes. You look at me.” I snatch her face between my hands and force her attention on my face. Her tears spill over onto her cheeks.
“Lion…”
Another two bullets graze through the glass in the back and one in the front. The front of the Barracuda is smoking, smashed in. The tire is bent, I can feel it. My wife. My wife… My world.
Throwing my body across the seat, I shield her. “You’re going to be okay, baby. Stay with me.” Heat rises in my back as a sharp pain infiltrates my coat. “Fuck! I got hit!”
Before I can react, my door is thrown open and someone yanks me out by my ankles. My hands grasp at Livia, but the men toss me to the ground. One of my arms is useless, and I’m unable to protect my face as I hit the pavement. Livia slumps in her seat, utter shock and terror covering her face like a mask.
“I love you, Livia!” I yell before they drag me away. Each man has hold of an arm, the pain ripping through my torso in pulsating waves of agony. My gun is snatched from my holster and my knife ripped from my belt.
They aren’t going after my wife. Our eyes never part from each other’s, holding the tie that binds us together. I’m never letting go. Just before I’m pitched into the back of the damaged Mercedes like a sack of flour, her lids close slowly. “I-I can’t see! Livia! I can’t see!” I scream. The overwhelming terror that she’s broken our bond by dying feels worse than any shot I could take. “Please, Livia! I can’t see your eyes! I can’t see!”
The two men in the car behind her advance toward the Barracuda, but I watch as each of their heads snaps backward, racked with a hole in the middle. Aries, my spy…