Page 87 of Smut Lovers

Chapter Three

T orin, Ozias, and I load into the car, dressed in black, our masks easily accessible in the trunk.

The men take the front seats, and I take the back in favor of propping my feet up for the hour-long ride.

Putting in my headphones, I pull up my music app and press play, then open my reading app with my current romance read.

The darker and more depraved the book, the better.

I love seeing other women in the books with the same dark desires, and I enjoy implementing their sadistic ideas in real life.

The long, winding roads are relaxing, and before long, I find myself drifting off to sleep. What feels like minutes later, I’m awoken by Torin rubbing my leg.

“Hey Angel, I need you to wake up,” he says, pulling one of the headphones from my ear. The urgency in his voice sets me on high alert, and I remove the other earbud, setting them and my phone on the SUV bench.

“What’s going on?” I ask, pulling my pistol from under the seat, double-checking that it’s loaded and ready.

“The car behind us has been following us since we left the estate. Ozias has taken several turns over the last forty-five minutes, and they are keeping with us. We are going to get off the next exit and confront them.”

Torin checks his gun, then checks Ozias’.

We never go anywhere unprotected, but something doesn’t sit right about this situation.

No one is usually dumb enough to be that obvious unless they have a plan we can’t see.

I open my mouth to voice my concerns to the men when a second vehicle slams into the passenger side of our SUV.

As I shout, Ozias struggles to conduct a controlled stop, and Torin remains scarily quiet.

The car stops spinning, but we are blocked in.

One car to our left and the other to our right, and my gun lost in the wreck.

“Look at me, pretty girl,” Ozias says, his eyes filled with a mix of worry and anger.

“We have to get out of the car. Torin has some bleeding from his head, and he’s unconscious.

Our best bet is to leave him in the car and hope they don’t realize he’s here.

You will exit through your door if you can open it, and I’ll climb back there and exit a few seconds after you, locking the door behind me. Do you have your gun?”

I look around the floorboard and sigh in relief when I find it not far from me. Picking it up, I nod.

“Want me to play the damsel and hide my gun in the back of my pants while you creep around behind the car on the right?” I ask, predicting his plan before he can speak it.

“God you’re so fucking sexy when you know what I want. I don’t know how many people there are or what they want, so I want you to do everything in your power to keep yourself safe. Back to our car at all times, blocking them from getting behind you.”

I nod, understanding the gravity of the situation as I conceal my weapon and pull the door handle.

It doesn’t open more than an inch, jammed from the impact.

Using my legs, I kick the door the rest of the way open, sliding from the seat and onto the concrete ground, my back to the car and facing one of the drivers.

Surprise slams into me as I take in the man standing there. Antonio.

My cheating ex-fiance is strutting towards me, his lips spread wide in a large, sadistic smile that showed far too many teeth for my comfort.

“Well, well, well. If it isn’t the runaway bride,” he says, stopping a few feet away, a gun in his hand.

“Well, if it isn’t my cheating ex-fiance. Why are you here? Tired of the whore from our wedding day?”

“I’m here to claim what is mine. Your stupid stepfather says you’re already spoken for again, but your mother assured me I could still have you. Even fucking told me where to find you tonight.”

My blood goes cold at his words. My fucking mother did this? What is that dumb bitch doing?

“No matter what she said, I am spoken for so you coming here and pulling this shit is pointless.”

“Oh, I disagree. You’re coming with us tonight,” Antonio says.

A second man comes around my car, standing beside me. I pull the gun from my pants, but I’m too slow, and the second man already has his gun trained on me and Antonio points his gun at me as well.

“Naughty girl. Hand that gun of yours to my friend and let’s go.”

“No. I won’t go with you, and you’re stupid if I believe for one second you will shoot me. Then all of this would be for nothing.”

“I wouldn’t say for nothing. If he shoots you, then at least I know you can’t marry anyone else.

You see, you seem to think I’m here for love or some misguided affection.

That’s not the case at all. You made a fool of me by ending our engagement, so I’m taking you either way.

Breathing or not is completely up to you,” he says with a shrug.

Ozias hasn’t appeared yet and Torin is unconscious leaving me no other option that to comply which really fucking pisses me off.

I lay my gun on the ground and walk toward Antonio, my fists balled in anger.

Both men lower their weapons as I approach their car, but my ex forgot two things about me.

I am trained in hand-to-hand combat, and I always have backup.

I reach Antonio and my fist juts out, slamming into his nose with a satisfying crunch as he howls in pain, clearly not expecting me to assault him.

The second man raises his gun again but freezes.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” Ozias warns, standing behind him, his gun pressed to the back of the man’s head, and my discarded gun aimed at Antonio. My fucking hero.

“Seriously?” Antonio asks incredulously.

“Funny, that’s what I ask myself every time someone mentions that you are a mafia heir,” I snort, relishing in the shock and anger permeating his features.

“And why the fuck is that funny?” Antonio asks, pinching his broken nose with his fingers like that’s gonna make a fucking difference.

“It’s funny because you’re not leaving here today.

You should’ve just left good enough alone but you had to be a collasal fucking idiot and come for me.

Well, at least no one will have to deal with your tiny dick after today,” I say, taking the outstretched gun from Ozias’ hand and pointing it at Antonio.

“You can’t fucking kill me. It’s bad enough you left me on our wedding day!” Antonio says, spit flying from his mouth.

“God, why do you have to be such a little bitch?” I ask, pulling the trigger and putting an end to his miserable life, Ozias follows suit and ends his friend’s life. Thank god for silencers otherwise my ears would be fucked instead of the low ringing I’m dealing with.

“What the fuck did I miss?” Torin asks, walking up to us.

“Are you okay?” I ask, racing toward him and wrapping him in my arms.

“I’m okay, just a headache from the injury. I don’t think I’ll need stitches, but I probably have a concussion. I can’t believe I missed all the fucking fun,” he says, pouting, making Ozias and I laugh.

“Let’s go, we need to deal with Theson, and we can deal with your mom afterwards,” Ozias says, directing us towards Antonio’s car, pulling his phone from his pocket, and calling our cleaners to assist with the mess.

Thankfully, we are on a back road and it’s late so we don’t need to worry about someone coming along and seeing this shit.

“Again, what the fuck happened? Your mom? What?” Torin asks, exasperation in his voice.

“My mother betrayed us to Antonio and tried to go behind your dad’s back to give me to Antonio like some prized fucking pig and told him where to find us tonight.

So now we have to fucking take care of her,” I say, taking the back seat in Antonio’s car, not surprised that the prick kept this car so clean.

The men climb in, and we make the remaining twenty-minute trek to the tiny house, calling their dad on the way to let him know of the situation.