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Mecca
My mind should have been on my recent set-up situation and my husband’s ambush. Instead, I was focused on the possessive way he palmed my ass and squeezed my tits. The eager intention expressed in his face when he was about to enter me had me squirming in my seat. The depth of the astonishment in his eyes when he was about to come inside of me had my pulse quickening.
He knew what to do, how hard to squeeze, where to place each kiss, and how to press his tongue against my pressure points. Jesus. The knowledge of what he could do alone had me revved as loud as the engine of the SUV roaring down the highway.
A shiver not related to my erotic fantasies of Arjen, struck like a bolt of lightning and raced down my back. The sudden spike in my awareness was telling me something wasn’t right.
Danger.My eager gaze scanned the horizon, the beauty of the mountain peaks ignored while I searched for what had me tense.
In an effort to prevent another roadside attack, Arjen had sent the first guard ten minutes ahead of us to scout the roadway and to make sure it was safe to travel this route to get to the city.
Why were my senses all of a sudden tingling? Danger was in the air, but nothing was amiss. A glance in the rearview showed the second guard on my trail like he normally was. I drew HB from my waistband and sat him in my lap.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
Three consecutive shots struck the windshield, leaving ugly black streaks where each connected but didn’t penetrate the SUV’s glass. I yanked the steering wheel and slammed on the brakes, turning the passenger’s side to face where the shots had come from. The hood was now turned towards the beginning of the wooded area and the rising mountain peaks.
The fuck?
Who the fuck was shooting at me? Thankfully, all my husband’s vehicles were battle-ready, or I would be dead since the bullets were aimed directly for my head.
The guard following me had taken shots as well, his SUV swerving in the same manner as mine. He was out of his door in seconds, ducking and firing towards the shooter.
Tap! Tap! Tap!
Three more shots struck the passenger side window, the intensity of the impact hitting so hard, the vehicle vibrated.
I flung my door open, and just as I eased my legs out, more shots connected with the passenger side of the window. With the new positioning of the vehicle and where the bullets were striking mine and the guards vehicle, it indicated that there was more than one shooter. My phone buzzed on the passenger side floor where it had fallen when I swerved.
Staying low, I popped the center console open and took out two extra clips. It was vital to my survival that I figured out where to aim and shoot. The good news about the whole situation was there appeared to be only two shooters, which meant we weren’t outnumbered.
The guard was firing at the one positioned to the northeast while I took up a crouch behind the car door and fired at the one to the north of us. They had taken up positions in the low-lying area of the mountains. My phone continued to blow up, and I knew it was my husband.
At the sight of movement, I let off a three-round burst, HB rocking in my hand with each shot like a hungry beast. The sounds of the blasts echoed off the mountains to my left.
The guard behind me was trading fire, round for round, with the adversary. There was a loaded automatic weapon under the hidden floor in the back of the vehicle, but I was too busy at the moment to retrieve it.
A blast slammed angrily at the window of the door I was crouched behind. I ducked as the impact of each round sent the door ramming against me so that I was forced to lean into it to keep it open and covering me. The son of a bitch must have been moving so he could get a better vantage point on me.
I maintained my position perched behind the door, struggling to get a visual on the shooter. The bullets connected with deadly force in a continuous rhythm, indicating that the shooter was using an automatic weapon. The slight movement of the strike pattern told me he had changed positions.
I owed a rifle, but I’d rarely had to use it and therefore kept it in storage because street fighting rarely called for anything bigger than a handgun. It appeared being a Vallin meant no weapons were off-limits.
A few seconds pause had me lifting my weapon, exposing my hand to test my opportunity to fire back. I raised enough to aim and let off a few rounds in his direction and caught more movement. They were flanking us, moving closer until they trapped us.
The guard must have come to the same conclusion because he exposed himself for a few seconds, leaving his perch from the back end of his vehicle. He crossed the highway and took up a spot behind a hilly berm that provided cover and camouflage.
The attempt I made to escape my trap was stopped when a barrage of bullets nearly took my head off. The quick dive to the ground I had taken away my chances to return fire. The man was closer than I thought, and he had repositioned himself, so that any move I made left me open to gunfire.
I eased my body under the vehicle, thankful that I had swerved close enough to the mountainous edge to keep his bullets from reaching me. The gravel from the road raked across my back as I slid, feeling like a bed of ragged fingernails marring my skin.
Now under the car, the tight space made it difficult to move, but I crawled towards the back, kicking off my heels in the process. I was reluctant to expose myself since I wasn’t sure where my adversary was located at the moment. However, one good shot at the gas tank, and I would end up with one hot death.
The guard and the shooter he was up against continued to trade fire, leaving me to deal with mine. I eased out into the unknown, aware that these guys weren’t there to take me, but to make sure I was dead. When I wasn’t immediately hit with a bullet or fired at, I stood my ass up and took off running to take up the position at the side of the guard’s vehicle.
No sooner than I rose to get a glimpse at my fate did a bullet whizz past my head from my rear. Either there was another guy, or the asshole I was trading fire with flanked around my position to take me out from the back.