Page 37 of Sexting the Silverfox Daddy

Cassie

Marco's arm was like a red-hot iron clamp, crushing my throat.

His rough skin scraped against my windpipe, the thick smell of blood mixed with his body odor choking me nearly unconscious.

I could clearly feel his heart hammering wildly in his chest, his whole body shaking violently from extreme fear and hysterical rage, each tremor tightening his grip.

"Let her go, Marco." Gennady's voice was low but filled with deadly intent.

He stood several meters away. At his shoulder, the fabric was torn by the bullet's scorching path, dark red blood continuously seeping from the rolled-back flesh, soaking his black shirt.

Fresh scrapes marked his face, his knuckles were split and bleeding, but his eyes remained sharp as an eagle's, locked dead on Marco.

Marco burst into victorious laughter, the sound exploding in my ear. "Look at you! The high and mighty Sokolov! Groveling like a dog for this bitch!"

His arm around my neck suddenly tightened! Everything went black instantly, my lungs burning like fire!

The baby! The tiny life in my belly seemed to stir in response, and a savage survival strength surged through my limbs!

"What do you want?" Gennady's voice was unnaturally calm, but struggling, I saw it—his hand hanging at his side, knuckles white as death, nails digging deep into his palm, tiny beads of blood seeping between his fingers.

"I want you dead!" Marco's voice went shrill and distorted, carrying the madness to destroy everything. "Pick up that fucking gun! Put it to your own head! Now! Let me see if the Sokolov spawn is worth your life!"

My heart nearly stopped. No! He couldn't do this!

"Gennady, don't listen to him!" I screamed with all my strength. "Get out! Just leave!"

He acted like he didn't hear. His gaze fell calmly on the revolver gleaming with cold metal on the ground. Then he stepped forward. Each step landed heavy as if walking on my heart, and I couldn't help but start shaking.

"Good!" Marco laughed triumphantly. "Now pick it up!"

Gennady bent down, fingers touching the cold gun handle. In that moment, I knew I had to act.

My right hand secretly reached toward my sleeve, where I'd hidden the rusty screwdriver from the basement corner. The sharp tip had torn through the sleeve fabric, but Marco hadn't noticed at all, his entire attention focused on Gennady.

But Gennady saw it. He stared at my right hand, green pupils suddenly contracting.

"Raise it! Aim at your temple!" Marco commanded, trembling with excitement.

Gennady and I locked eyes as he slowly raised the gun, the barrel slowly turning toward his own head.

Marco's breathing grew more rapid with excitement, his arm around me loosening just a fraction.

Gennady's breathing suddenly quickened. "Cassie!"

Now!

With all my strength, I stabbed the screwdriver backward!

The sharp, rust-covered metal tip sank deep into flesh! Hot liquid instantly sprayed out, wetting the back of my hand!

"Bitch!!!" An inhuman, heart-rending scream erupted from Marco's throat! His restraining arm instinctively loosened as he clutched his abdomen, the whole person staggering back a step!

The suffocating pressure vanished instantly! As fresh air rushed into my lungs, my survival instinct drove my body! I pitched forward, struggling to move, just wanting to get my baby away from this storm's center.

In that lightning-fast gap of less than two seconds—

Gennady moved!

He swung the gun around, aiming at Marco behind me. The gunshot was deafening! Muzzle flash briefly lit the dim warehouse, his movements fluid as breathing.

"This is what you deserve." His voice was low and even, without any inflection, yet more chilling than any scream. It wasn't a declaration—it was final judgment.

After several gunshots, the warehouse fell deathly silent. Only Gennady's heavy breathing and my own drumming heartbeat remained.

Nerves stretched to the breaking point suddenly snapped! My legs went weak, and I stumbled toward Gennady. He rushed forward at the same moment, opening his solid arms stained with blood and dust, crushing me into his embrace!

"Cassie!" He called my name, voice hoarse as hell, carrying the violent gasps of survival.

He held me so tight, almost trying to meld me into his bones and blood.

I could clearly feel his heart hammering wildly, powerfully against his chest, drumming against my eardrums. His body heat came through the blood-soaked shirt, burning hot and real.

Safe... the baby's okay... This knowledge crashed through all barriers like warm water.

All the fear, despair, and grievance stored up too long, plus the massive impact of getting him back, instantly turned into flooding tears bursting forth.

I buried my face in his neck that smelled of gunpowder and blood, crying out loud, body shaking uncontrollably.

His broad palm stroked my messy, sweat-damp hair over and over with undeniable soothing power, just like countless nights before, chasing away my nightmares.

"I'm sorry," I cried incoherently, tears soaking his shoulder. "Sorry I left, sorry I didn't tell you about the baby, sorry I wouldn't listen to your explanation."

"Shh, don't say that, rose." His warm breath hit the top of my head, a kiss tasting of gunpowder and blood landing reverently on my forehead.

"It's over, all over. You're safe. You and the baby, both safe.

" His voice trembled slightly, too, arms tightening around me as if I'd disappear if he let go.

The massive, wild joy of getting each other back temporarily drowned all wounds and shadows like a warm tide.

We held each other tight, as if trying to make up for all the longing, pain, and regret since we'd been apart in this one embrace.

His chin rested on top of my head. I could feel his throat working, hear the near-sob suppressed deep in his chest.

But in this moment of survival, when our guard was most relaxed—

An extremely faint but soul-freezing sound of metal scraping, like a snake's hiss, rang out in the dead silence!

I jerked my head up, pupils contracting in extreme horror!

The "corpse" on the ground moved! Marco! He wasn't completely dead! Those blood-covered eyes held only the last glimmer of vicious light, locked dead on us! With his uninjured left hand, he'd somehow found the backup pistol hidden at his side! The gun pointed at us.

Using his last remaining life force, trembling, extremely slowly but absolutely determined, he aimed that black hole of a gun barrel at us in our tight embrace!

"Go... to... hell..." His broken throat squeezed out a few unclear but viciously cursed syllables.

Bang!

Gunfire again! The shock made dust fall from the warehouse ceiling!

Time stretched infinitely in that moment. I could even see that spinning, air-tearing bullet, carrying death's sneer, shooting toward us!

"No—!!!"

My scream was cut off by a massive force!

Gennady! Almost by pure instinct branded into his marrow, in the same instant the gun fired, he reacted!

He didn't try to dodge but used all his strength to pull me into his arms and throw us to the ground!

His body was like the most solid wall, without hesitation, resolutely, completely blocking between the bullet's trajectory and me.