Page 21 of Sons of Hellfire (Hellfire Society #1)

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Riot

I s it possible to die from pure happiness?

It has to be a thing, right? Not only did I find the perfect woman for me, but I can take credit for finding the perfect woman for all of us now.

Was I surprised that sex with multiple men was on my wife’s bucket list?

Maybe. Was I disappointed about it? Hell no.

That was the hottest sex I’ve ever been a part of.

The way we all just connected. Bonus that I got two blowjobs in one day.

Now it’s early morning on day three, and I find it hard to want to get up.

A small part of me wants to be able to live in this moment.

The three of us and Ali. Yeah, we’re abandoned in the middle of who the fuck knowsville and have men constantly trying to kill us, but at least we are together, away from the outside world and our “family” duties.

Just knowing that our fathers are actively trying to kill us, though, makes me a little stabby, but all that is easy enough to fix once we get out of here.

It’s the not knowing for sure if we will make it out of here that is bugging me.

The little fuck, Kevin, told us what he knew; honestly, I think any man would when you have a woman holding a blade to your junk, but what if he didn’t know everything?

What if they have more planned than just blowing up this place?

Ali shifts her body, her head cuddling up against my chest. I don’t dare to breathe, nor move, knowing that if she knew what she was doing, she might try to stab me again.

I smile at the thought. For now, I just soak up all the warmth her little body gives me, even if my dick is straining to get back inside of her.

Shuffling sounds from above me, and I tense on reflex, but Cash pops into view the next second.

His eyes drift to the still half-naked woman lying against my chest like a cuddly kitten. “We need to get ready and go over the plan one more time.” His voice is low, like he doesn’t want to be the one to wake her, and I glare because I don’t want to either .

Opening my mouth to tell her Cash says it’s time. I’m saved by the bell. Literally. The now well-known static echoes off the ruined town, causing Ali to jerk up, her elbow slamming down on my hard-as-steel cock. I groan out, curling in on myself as pain erupts up into my stomach. “Fuck.”

“Shit. I’m sorry.” She rushes out, but then Arsen’s father’s voice sounds.

“Good morning, volunteers. You’ve officially made it to day three of the trials.

There are only a handful of you left, but we’ll only have room for five of you on the train that leaves at midnight.

If you’re not on it then, you forfeit.” The way he says forfeit makes it clear he means your life.

“With that being said, the town is now…” he pauses for a second for the dramatic flair.

“Full of booby traps.” His crackling laugh grinds on my nerves, and I can see Cash roll his eyes in annoyance.

“Let the final day begin.” The staticky voice cuts off, only to be followed by the sirens alerting us to the next 24-hour clock.

The room is quiet for a minute before Ali breaks the silence.

“So, how much time do you think we really have? Because I really don’t think they are going to wait until midnight. Especially after none of their henchmen reported back any of your deaths.” Her brows rise expectantly .

“There’s no telling, but I’m sure it will be sooner rather than later.

We need to head out and play hide and seek with a few cameras.

I doubt they have the “Grand Finale” rigged to go off all at once, so once the first one goes off, it will be a domino effect.

We won’t have much time, and every second will count.

” Cash says, looking out the window. Arsen is across the firepit, packing up his bag, while Ali nibbles on a granola bar.

“Okay. Then what? We head for the tracks and hope we aren’t as far from society as we think?

We don’t have enough supplies to last any more days out here.

” It’s Ali’s turn to stand and stretch before heading over to Cash.

She glances out the window for a second before turning to face him.

“You said you were thinking of a plan. What is it?” She crosses her arms over her chest, her sheer lace covered tits popping up.

Since Cash is far from a saint, his eyes snap down with the move before he adjusts his stance.

Ha. I bet he is just as hard as me right now. Not even an elbow to the dick could hide my enjoyment of just being near Ali.

Cash lets out a deep sigh. “Our best bet is going to be to hide until our fathers send in a recovery team. Knowing them, they are going to want some type of proof. If we survive, they would know that we would know it was them. Bombing the arena is not and has never been a part of the trials.” He glances over at us.

“When everything starts going up in flames, we make a run for it. There are several hills and a rocky outcropping past the town. Run and make your way to them; hide out until we see any new movement. A cleanup team will travel either by train or truck. Either way, we overtake them and get the fuck out of here.” He explains, and honestly, it’s probably our best bet.

Ali is right; we won’t make it long out here, and knowing our fathers, that’s exactly why they chose this place.

If we don’t die in the explosion, we die from dehydration.

“Alright. Eat what you can now. Pack everything else. And I shouldn’t have to tell you to keep your packs on you at all times.

They won’t send a team in until the fire dies down, and that could be hours.

We will have to stay out of sight that entire time.

” Arsen finally speaks, shoving his own protein bar down his throat.

With the plan set in motion, we get ready for the best acting of our lives.

L eaving our temporary safe haven was bittersweet. It’s almost heartbreaking knowing it’s going to get blown to shreds soon. We move as one through the quiet town.

The pain in my leg throbs as we make our way around buildings, purposely trying to be seen on cameras now.

I wasn’t too mad about being stabbed by my wife, but being shot by some asshole is on the top of my list as irritating.

We’ve been walking around for close to an hour now, and I’m getting kind of bored.

We hoped we wouldn’t have to deal with any more groups, but now I just want someone to play with.

To kill, not fuck, since my dick now belongs to only one woman.

“Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.” I whisper-shout. Ali, who is walking her fine ass in front of me, snorts while the other two, who are used to my antics, just shake their heads. “What? It’s too fucking quiet. It’s kind of creepy.”

“I agree with Riot. We’ve been walking around for a while and haven’t even heard anyone else.

What if your father was lying and there is no one else?

” Cash stumbles to a stop at Ali’s words.

“What if they said there were still people because they don’t know that we know their plan, meaning they wanted us out and about so they could see where we were?

” Her words hit us like a freight train to the gut.

Are we being played? Was this their plan?

As if my thoughts summoned the devil himself, there’s a faint beep, beep, beep .

“Run!” I yell, shoving Ali forward as we all take off.

Suddenly the building we had just stopped by explodes; debris of glass from windows, wood from walls, and dirt fly towards us.

The force causing me to stumble forward, my balance already uneven from my injured leg.

My ears ring as another building behind us goes up in smoke and flames.

Just like Cash predicted, it’s a domino effect, one after another.

The smell of smoke follows us as we make a run for it.

A few more buildings and then we will be clear.

I can almost see the end of the road when one of the already crumbling piles ahead of us goes off.

Reaching out, I grab Ali and throw her to the ground.

Cash and Arsen dive to the side as well.

Ali lets out a grunt of pain as I roll off her.

Glancing up to check on the guys, I see them rolling over as well.

Relief floods me too soon as a series of more explosions go off.

The boom deafening as the heat surrounding us threatens to burn us alive.

“Split up. We will meet you on the other side.” Cash yells, his voice almost fading into the roar of the flames. I nod and hope he can see me because thick black smoke drifts into my view.

“Fuck,” I cough, inhaling the ashy mist. “Ali, baby. We need to move now.” Reaching over, I grab her hand, tugging her back as we cough up our lungs, choking on the smoke as it surrounds us.

“Come on, baby, you can do it.” The smoke starts to thin as we jog away.

Ali’s grip on my hand is tight. The presence of her fear of potential death is clear, and that only makes me more pissed.

I don’t want to see her afraid. “Almost there.” I tell her, but then I’m suddenly yanked back.

Ali tumbles to the ground; her hand slips from mine as she lands, but her coughing lets me know she’s not down for good.

Leaning down, I reach for her hand again, but right as our skin makes contact, the buildings we stopped between explode.

The force of the blast drowns out Ali’s scream as I go flying in the opposite direction.

I land hard on the ground, my entire body crying out in pain as my exposed skin gets sliced open from the debris.

My vision blurs as sudden exhaustion floods my system.

Maybe I should take a nap?

No. Ali. Where is my wife?

She was with me, wasn’t she?

Why does everything hurt?

A nap sounds really good right now .

Yeah. I need a nap.

I faintly hear someone screaming. My name, maybe? But I don’t know why. My eyes flutter closed, and then suddenly the pain is gone. Yeah. I just need a nap.

I feel so warm; maybe I left the heater on.

What was I doing again?

Oh yeah. Taking a nice, long, restful nap.

In my last moments, I gazed up at my wife’s dirt-smeared face, her eyes wide with an emotion I don’t understand. But before I can process it, my eyes flutter shut. Then all there is darkness.