Page 58 of Liberated By Sin
He was so close that his laughter vibrated in my ear.
“Amara? Who is that? Is everything okay?”
Cambri’s frantic pleas blared through my speaker until one of Andretti’s men slapped the device from my hand and stomped it the second it hit the pavement.
Oh, it would be one of those nights.
“Get in the car,bella.”
“You know, I’m a little tired. I was hoping for a low-key evening,” I snarked, faking a yawn.
Andretti shoved me against the car and pressed his weapon to my ribs.
“Well, we can’t always get what we want now, can we?”
He didn’t seem the type to get his hands dirty.
No, he was a pussy who needed two of his men to corner little old me in a dark parking lot, coerce me into my own car, and take me to some remote location so he could empty his non-existent ball sack.
Little did he know that I would rather die than be a victim.
Never again.
I reached for the knife at my waistband and stuck him in the chest, but not before stumbling on a piece of my broken phone, causing me to miss his heart by a hair.
Gunfire came at me from the right, and I responded by wrenching the knife and launching it into the face of the man who’d pulled the trigger. He howled and fell back on his ass. More shots whizzed by as I ducked, two into my door and one shattering my car’s rear window.
“Asshole! Do you have any idea what the deductible is on that?” With an annoyed huff, I snatched his gun and whipped it into my knife’s handle, impaling the weapon further into his upper lip. He wailed like a little bitch before choking on blood and pieces of cracked teeth.
Another bullet exploded toward me, and I wasn’t as lucky this time.It grazed my shoulder.
“Fuck!”
Just what I needed. Another fucking scar.
Clenching my teeth, I whirled around and aimed, but a hail of bullets pierced the night air near the hood of my car.
“I thought I told you not to leave.”
Santino stood above the dying man and looked at me briefly, eyes falling on the blood soaking through my pink sweatshirt. He drew a sharp breath and lifted his weapon, emptying his mag into the man’s face until he was no longer twitching.
In a flash, he was on me, assessing my wound.
“It was just a graze. I’m fine.”
“Are you sure?”
“Nothing a bandage can’t fix,” I assured him.
“Fuck, Amara. I’d just walked into my office, Cambri called, and I looked up at the cameras...” He tucked the gun into his holster and held my face. “I just got you,preziosa. You’re not going anywhere.”
Butterflies after killing two men was a bit unorthodox, but Santino made me feel things.
“I wasn’t planning on it.”
I’d never wanted to be kissed more but, as if cursed, our moment was once again stolen, this time by Andretti’s pained groans as he dragged himself behind us.
When I raised my gun, Santino placed a hand over mine and shook his head.