Two men close the distance between us, their eyes already locked on their prey. Liam and I come to a stop, letting them come the rest of the way to us.
The taller of the two jerks his head at Liam. “Sal send you?”
Sal, aka Hazel Cortes.
Liam runs his hand over my ass and pulls me into his side. Both an act to these two dickheads, playing the part of a man looking to dip his toe in the skin trade, and a silent reach for comfort between us.
“Sal said you supply some good shit,” Liam says hopefully, feigning excitement. Or maybe there’s some real excitement for the blood we’re about to spill.
I don’t like to act.; hated it when I was put in Liam’s path.
A watered-down version of Malia Olin is boring.
And I refuse to give anyone less than who I am ever again.
The shorter man reaches out and twirls his finger around a loose curl by my face. My hand darts out to shove him off, but Liam’s already twisting shorty’s wrist in the wrong direction. He stumbles back with a whimper, and the other man pulls his weapon, keeping it pointed down, so the threat hangs between us.
“You’ll touch her when I say you can touch her,” Liam growls, the act quickly gone.
Shorty clears his throat.
These two are way over their heads with a big-man’s dream. They clearly don’t have enough brain cells between them to rub together and make this work. Hence the calling card, more dumbasses to gather in a circle on the unlikely chance they can pull this off.
The first clue was not sending someone to check us before we met. The second was the hesitation when Liam struck out.
“You looking to score, baby?” Tall Boy asks me, ignoring Liam.
I smile at him sweetly and nod.
“You’re my favorite kind of drug,” I say coyly.
His brows pull together in confusion at my choice of words. My smile grows and I reach down to grab my dagger, lunging forward to sink the blade in Shorty’s trachea. Knowing Liam still isn’t fully programmed to think like a criminal, my free hand closes around one of the pistols he’s tucked into his waistline and I yank it free. My bullet slams between Tall Boy’s eyes before Shorty hits the dirt with a wet, fleshy plop.
I turn to Liam who’s just blinking at me, and I pout. “That was disappointing.”
I tilt my head when he doesn’t respond. I can’t tell if he’s horrified or shocked. I tease the thick stubble of Liam’s beard with my finger,
“Woman up, your cock is showing.”
He bats my hand away.
“What?” he asks with a snort.
“You look like you’re wondering what the fuck you got yourself into.”
Liam shakes his head and the most stunning smile I’ve ever seen stretches across his handsome face.
“Vicious has never looked so sexy, Little Warrior,” he groans, bending down to remove my dagger from Shorty’s throat.
I bark out a laugh in response before turning to walk back toward the car. A trail of blood drips from my fingers, marking a path for Liam to follow, even though he’s hot on my heels, panting as he marks his prey. I turn walking backward, and give him a mischievous smile.
He powers forward, stalking toward me with intent in his eyes as my bloodied dagger hangs at his side. My smile grows and I giggle, spinning back around and sprinting away from him.
Liam’s feet pound on the dirt behind me as he gives chase, his long legs eating up the distance between us as the car comes into view. I pump my arms, willing my body faster, my heart hammering in my chest as excitement and desire boil my blood.
Liam crashes into me from behind, the both of us falling onto the hood of my car as the metal crumples under the force. His hands are bloody from extracting my knife. I groan in the warmth of it as he slides his hand around my throat, coating me in it, using the other to push up my dress, desperate to sink into the wetness at my core.
He grinds his clothed hard dick against my bare ass, sinking two fingers into my heat, grunting in satisfaction that I’m already wet and ready for him.