Page 31 of Their Stolen Obsession (Phantoms and Obsession Duet #2)

Her Predator

Sin

“ F uck!” I shot the bastard to my left.

Once, twice, and a third time straight in the chest.

More bullets rang out from my weapon. I was dead set on revenge. Liv was down. Shot. I couldn’t be sure of the extent of her injury, and the thought of her being dead scared the hell out of me.

I didn’t stop moving as soon as I saw Liv get hit. Saint couldn’t either, as we fired back and left bloodshed all around us. Our movements were frantic. Anything to get to our girl—to shield her from further harm and protect her with our bodies.

Liv was a few feet away as we crawled over the glass littering the floor and we took turns firing back at the enemy.

We wouldn’t let them stop us. We were steadfast in our operation to save the woman who had made our hearts beat again, blinding us with obsession and an addiction we never wanted to quit.

Shards cut into my hands and knees. The pain stung, I bled, but the hurt was no match for my will to get to Liv. Saint experienced the broken pieces stick him too. The palms of his hands were bloody as he reloaded his weapon, but he wanted to reach her too.

I got to Liv first, and I scooped her up into my arms. I couldn’t bear to lose her for a second time, and I didn’t want to let her slip away again. My body protected her as the screaming ceased and her beautiful eyes closed.

“Liv! Dammit! Don’t you die on me!” I pleaded and shook her frail body.

Liv’s eyes snapped open.

Jesus. Our girl was alive.

I wanted to kiss Liv, to have her lips cover mine, and we’d forget about all of this. We’d embrace in goddamn bliss while chaos rang out around us, and I could take her right here, but this was no time for a fuck session. Our lives were on the line, and Saint was ordering me to stay down.

Sin! Christ! Get your head out of the gutter and into the damn game!

“Sin?” Liv spoke in a faint tone .

The sound of Liv’s voice was that of an angel. Not the one from my nightmares, but from reality. She was here, in my arms, and finally free.

“Sweetheart,” I whispered, touching her tears and wiping them away. “We’re going to get you out of this, but you’ve got to stay awake.”

I checked Liv over. My eyes scanned over her until I saw the damage. The bullet had grazed her precious skin. No entry wound.

I blew out a sigh of relief.

Liv grazed her fingertips across my cheek. Many sensations tingled through me, and I kissed her tenderly against her palm. She tasted of salty sweat, and I saw the dried blood on her skin. Scabs. Some were old and others were brand new. Fuckers had done a number on her. I’d make these assholes pay.

“It’s really you, isn’t it?” Liv asked. Her voice cracked.

“Yes. It’s me, little obsession,” I answered and kissed her forehead. “Who do you think would come to your rescue? Sebastian?”

I lightened the mood with a joke while under fire. Only a gentleman would do that.

“Fucker.” Liv gave me a small laugh and a weak tap against my cheek.

There was the feisty woman I could never forget. Her stubbornness had kept her alive, and I thanked the God I started to believe in for granting her an attitude. A spunk that turned me on even in grave times.

“Saint?” she asked.

“Right here, darling,” Saint replied with his teeth clenched, and his back toward us. “Sorry to cut the reunion short, but I need help, Sin.”

Saint fired countless rounds to save all our lives. He didn’t stop and needed me to snap the fuck out of it. I turned my upper body around and fired off some shots over my best friend’s shoulder. Ammunition was against us, and we were running out.

Suddenly, the gates of hell opened up and let a demon in. A man destroying everyone that crossed him without looking back. It was Zane.

Adler shot into the room, gunfire blazing.

His ex-military moves came into play as he put someone into a chokehold and snapped their neck to save bullets while I fired off two shots.

Brains flew, plastered the wall, and he defended us against the men he had fought with for months.

Their shocked faces were the last expression he saw as their deaths were on his hands and he shot again as if he didn’t give a fuck.

Zane Alder was a stone-cold killer. As gruesome as they came because he had double-crossed the Mafia. He wasn’t undercover anymore. He was their enemy, and he had a huge target on his back .

“Let’s move!” Saint demanded in a crouched position, and he moved to the left. “Move, move, move!”

I scooped up Liv, her body curled into me, and I shielded her with my backside. An extra layer of protection as Saint did the same with the front of himself and fired off bullets. We found a wall to help shelter us from danger, the gunfire still hot on our trail.

I put Liv down. “Stay here. Back flat against the wall.”

Liv nodded her head. Her gorgeous eyes were wide as shots fired at the other side of the wall and plaster cracked in every direction. Some almost hit her in the eyes, and she screamed with fright.

Fuck!

“Cover me,” I grumbled with anger.

Saint cocked his gun, ready to back me up.

My turn.

Asshole ran out of bullets, and his blasting had ceased. Time to destroy him because I was locked, loaded, and set.

While the enemy reloaded his weapon, I sprung into action.

Out from behind the wall I came, teeth clenched. “Eat shit, asshole. ”

Search. Aim. Fire.

Four holes in the limbs and one in the head for added measure. Right in between the fucker’s eyes. Served him right for almost destroying my girl’s eyesight.

I half spun until my backside hit the wall, and a bullet blasted right beside my head. Saint cursed and returned fire until the asshole was dead.

The shots at us slowed. The body count must be over fifty by now.

I peeked out into the room to see Zane still demolishing anyone in his path.

A pathetic scumbag tried to run from him.

Big mistake. He shot the dirtbag in the legs, down he went, and he pleaded for his life right before Zane snapped his neck.

The Pitrone fortress was a goddamn massacre. Blood drenched the floor, brain splatter was on the walls, and the smell of death was all around. Every normal man’s worse nightmare, but our fucking dream come true.

A bullet whizzed past my head. A second one grazed my neck. Fuck! That burned.

Someone had crept up behind us. Shit. Didn’t see his pesky ass coming.

I covered the wound with my hand to slow the bleeding while Saint reacted and shielded Liv with his body. I had no time to protect her, but I had to hatch a quick plan to keep her safe .

“Turn around. Slowly,” I followed the instructions.

It was Preston fucking Pitrone. The sneaky scumbag I’d been waiting for. His ass was grass.

“Drop the weapon.” Pitrone crooked a smile.

Goddamn. I couldn’t wait to shatter a bullet right between his butt ugly teeth.

I did as Preston wanted, but it put a damper on my plan. I needed a gun. At least Saint still had one.

“You too, asshole. Drop it.”

Damn. I spoke too fucking soon.

Saint grunted beside me, and he wouldn’t listen. I didn’t blame him because without our weapons, we were defenseless. Sure, we could still kill him with our hands, but Preston had one up on us. A gun pointed straight at my head.

“Do it or I’ll blow your buddy sky high,” Preston warned.

I glanced over at Saint. Sweat soaked his brow, and hatred made his left eye twitch. He could end this all right here, right now, but risk Preston blowing my brains out, and I was fine with that. As long as he saved our girl, I’d die for her.

“Don’t do it, man,” I whispered to my best friend. “Drop that gun, and I’ll kill you with my bare hands.”

“Shut up, Sin,” Saint grumbled .

“I can’t. Not until you promise me to save Liv,” I added, and I raised my hands to appear submissive. “Promise me, goddamn it.”

I heard Liv weeping behind Saint. Her tears did me in, but they were no match for her escaping without another scratch. I’d do anything, say whatever it took to make him fire his weapon because I was fucking desperate.

“You got till the count of three.” Preston egged Saint on and started the countdown. “One…”

My heart hammered in my chest, heartbeats passed, and Saint kept his eye on the target. Locked on Preston and ready to avenge justice. I waited.

“Two…” Preston tilted his head.

“Fuck! Promise me!” I whisper-shouted.

Take the damn shot.

“I—” A gunshot rang out over Saint’s voice, and I grabbed my weapon.

Preston never made it to the count of one.