Well, I can add that to my list of turn-ons.
Unfortunately, I don’t get the chance to really process it because suddenly, Liv is dragged out from under the truck by her ankles and I move on instinct.
I go after her, rolling quickly then jumping to my feet as I fire to my right and left, and take a shot to the back of my right shoulder. I push through the pain as I spin around, emptying both clips from one side of the lot to the other before quickly reloading.
At least ten motherfuckers sent to kill me.
I bet Boris has a huge fucking number on my head. He might not have even put a cap on it. Depends on whether or not he wants me alive.
“Dimitri! Behind you!”
My head snaps to my left as Liv screams my name, my girl scratching at the forearm around her throat as a big bastard holds a gun to her head and backs her away.
“Nine o’clock!”
I whip around and squeeze off several more rounds, dropping a couple of the hitmen asthree morecome running from the woods.
How many of these assholes are there?
I turn back toward Liv, ready to do whatever I have to so I can get her out of here in one piece, just in time to see something that makes me so fucking relieved I could shit.
Liv falls to the ground as the guy holding her is lifted off of it, his hands flying to his throat as blood spurts then pours from a long, thin horizontal wound. Our omega scrambles forward and grabs her guns, firing one to my right before she turns and puts a bullet between the eyes of the bastard who had her, at the same time his head almost comes clean off his body.
“Found a music store,” Leon says as he pulls what must be piano wire through the wound and drops it at his side, the dead man landing on the ground at his feet with a wet thud. “Behind you, sweet cheeks.”
I blink a few times as I turn, taking out a couple more of the idiots stupid enough to attack us, swinging back around in time to see Liv blow a hole through another, and Leon shove what I think is an ice pick into the stomach of the final hitman, lifting him off the ground as Leon smiles in his face and guts him like a flying fish.
Shaking my head, I tuck my berettas in the waistband of my jeans and jog toward Liv, giving her my hand to help her up, scanning her face, patting her down and looking for injuries.
“It’s not my blood, honey,” she says with a soft smile as she takes hold of my wrists. “I’m fine. I promise.”
“You’re not just fine, you’re a goddamn vision.” Leon grins as he walks over then presses a kiss to her temple. “Who would have thought violence was such a turn- on.”
I chuckle as I instinctively reach for him, gripping the side of his neck to make sure he’s good, my heart thundering behind my ribs as the realization that I could have lost everyone hits me like a freight train.
I can’t lose everything,everyone, and I really need to figure out how to prevent that from happening. As long as Boris is hunting me, no one will be safe, and loss is still a very real possibility.
I can’t focus on that right now, though.
“I was thinking the same thing not long ago,” I say with a sigh as he grabs my hand, kissing my palm before he nips at it then lets go. I look around the parking lot with a huff. “What the fuck are we supposed to do with all these bodies?”
“I know a place.” Leon wraps his arms around Liv’s waist, pulling her back against his chest.
“Of course you do,” I say as I watch while he rubs his cheek against hers.
Scenting her.
I don’t think they’ve had very many conversations, he basically admitted to mostly stalking her while she works, but they’re interacting like they’ve known each other for years. I know they’re scent matches, it’s confirmed in various ways, but I can actually see it, I canfeelit, and it’s strange how natural all of this feels.
Liv reaches out and grabs my hand, pulling me from my thoughts as she tugs me toward them. “We can get back to the bickering, and fighting over Niko later. Right now, I need to be held by my alphas, and you need a fucking hug.”
Which is exactly what she does.
Liv wraps her arms around my neck and hugs me tightly as Leon grins directly in my face. “Niko, huh? I like that much better than Mikhail. It suits him.” He grabs the top of my jeans and yanks me forward so I’m flat against Liv. “I could kiss you right now and there isn’t a damn thing you could do about it.”
I snort as I hesitantly hug our girl back. “Not with all that blood on your face. That was a dirty motherfucker and somehow I think your filth is more than enough for me.”
Liv giggles as we both let go of her, doing a final once over of her body as she plants her hands on her hips and grunts, “I hate cleaning.”
