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“Three o clock,” I yelled, but a shot rang out, hitting our man next to Keir and painting my brother in blood spatter. Before the shooter could celebrate, they were gone, our return fire riddling their lifeless bodies as they fell to the gravel.
“There’s one missing,” Charles called out, counting over the bodies and glancing around. The sound of tires spinning on gravel had us all diving behind the car, a white work van pulling up and gunfire starting as soon as the door slid open, a group of six men stepping out. Oh good, they called in backup.
Killian was still on his own, the quick entrance of the van into the fire fight stopping him from joining us. Being separated from my brother made my nerves spike. He was far too reactive to be without us flanking him, and my rage built by the second. This was the work of greed and idiocy and complete senselessness.
“Let’s end this,” Keir growled. He maneuvered to the side and took his shot, marking a line of holes through the gas tank then moving down to the ground. The men at the van burst into laughter at his missed shot, too stupid to realize that the gas was now leaking out onto the soft ground, trailing to their feet. When they finally started to notice it, Kill took his shot, hitting the closest guy in the side of the head.
“Be ready to get back,” I whispered to my men. I stood up and took a shot, but the asshole dodged just before I squeezed the trigger. For the next few minutes, it was a game of cat and mouse as we took turns shooting at our enemies, the Lachs falling slowly. When it was down to two, the leader flicked open a zippo and lit his cigarette, trying to put on airs to say he was completely unaffected by us.
“You think this is over?” he laughed, starting to pace like a caged animal.
“Here comes the monologuing,” Keir bit out. “I’m going to shoot him.”
“Let’s do it,” I said, standing up
to take our shot as he paced back. As if he could sense it coming, he dropped to the ground. The bastard didn’t realize his fatal mistake... the lit cigarette in his mouth.
“Get back!” Kill yelled, all of us running for the copse of trees behind the cars as the entire van went up in flames. A few moments later, the deafening explosion hit, and a cloud of fire erupted, raining blood and debris down on us before we could get cover. I knocked Keir to the ground, covering him just in case, as the rest fell, but thankfully we were far enough away that we didn’t get the brunt of it.
“Killian?” Keir asked, but our question was answered a moment later when a line of curses erupted from the far side, easily heard even over the ringing in our ears.
“What a fucking cunt. Who blows themselves up like that? We didn’t even get to do the fucking honors!” My chuckle was raspy before it broke into a cough, the fumes and heat getting to me.
“Let’s get the fuck out of here,” I groaned, crawling the rest of the way off of Keir and helping him up once I’d stood. Killian came toward his, rubbing at his head where a bruise was forming. He’d been closer to the blast and looked worse off than we were, blood and bits of the Lachs dripping down his suit. I groaned, knowing my poor car was about to be destroyed by all the dirt and blood on our clothes.
“I’ll buy you a new one,” Keir said drily, reading my thoughts. “Let’s get the fuck home.”
“We got cleanup, Boss,” Charlie reassured us. “Thanks for the backup.”
“Of course,” I answered for us before we climbed in the car, leaving them to handle the fallout. I wanted nothing more than a hot shower and to fuck our girl. The realization that she wasn’t even a call away yet made me even angrier.
None of us spoke, as per usual after something like that. Getting out of the car when we got home, we all walked straight for our locker room, stripping out of our ruined clothes and claiming our showers.
As soon as the water hit me, Sana filled my mind. Just like that first time in high school after the fight, she was always my go to fantasy when I had adrenaline pumping through me. Nothing else ever compared. We’d hated that Killian got there first, but back then we weren't as open with each other, so we couldn't really be mad at him for making his moves before either of us could. Losing our parents and taking over the family really changed us. We’d gotten closer, relying on each other to get through it all, and that trust and reliance on each other was something we’d never lost as we got older.
She looked so fucking good in that dress tonight. And the way she clutched her purse meant she was ready to kill him, same as we were. There was just something so incredible about a woman who wasn’t afraid to end a life. She didn’t shy away from blood. Sana bathed in it like we did, thriving on the excitement and the adrenaline even if she didn’t want to fully admit it yet.
My dick hardened at the thought of her in that dress, right in the middle of the massacre we’d just left. Pristine among the macabre glory that surrounded her, like an angel of death. I stroked my wet and bloody hand over my cock, using it as lube as I pictured Killian cutting that dress right off her gorgeous body, her naked for us to see… to taste… to touch. I’d bend her right over the hood of my blood-covered car, leaving handprints on that creamy skin as I buried myself in her tight, hot pussy.
She’d cry out, the blood painting her body with each thrust making her slide across the hood as I worked out every ounce of adrenaline. Sana wouldn’t ask me to stop, not our girl. She’d revel in it with me, her screams and moans the soundtrack to our victory. I groaned, not bothering to hide it as I lost myself in my dark fantasy.
My body tensed, cock hard as steel as I tried to convince myself that my fist was Sana. My fantasy shifted, no longer tonight’s bloody scene; instead, she was spread out over the table in our playroom, hands and feet cuffed and body at my mercy. Each strike of my whip left red, angry welts, her panting breaths pushing her tits in the air. I flicked the whip gently over her clit, her body pulling at the chains as she begged me for mercy that wouldn’t come.
Taking my sharp knife, I carved my initials across her abdomen, the blood trickling down as she screamed, her melodic voice echoing off of the room. Her body would quiver, her dripping pussy giving away how much she thrived on this.
“Come,” I’d order, burying myself inside and fucking her hard and fast, teasing her clit as I punished her. I’d force her to come, hard and fast, and prolong it until she was begging me to stop. I wouldn’t, dragging her into yet another until she forgot all reason, babbling incoherently while her body yielded to me completely.
Accompanying groans filled the air, my brothers likely having the same damn fantasy. We unashamedly knew what and who we wanted, and we weren't going to deny ourselves this relief.
Unable to hold back anymore, I came, biting my forearm as I leaned against the shower wall. With each rope of cum that painted the tiles, the adrenaline ebbed away. Covered in water and blood, I finished my shower, a smirk never leaving my face. If she doesn’t come to her senses tomorrow, I’ll go get her myself.
As soon as we pulled up in front of La Nostra Tavola, the valet was opening up my door and offering me a hand. I smiled and put my hand in his, letting him help me to my feet before straightening my dress.
“Are you meeting someone, Miss?” he asked, his slight accent making his words so much more intense.
“I am,” I answered, glancing around and spotting a man walking up, his suit two sizes too big. Between his shaggy hair and suit, I was hardly impressed, but I needed to keep an open mind. At least he tried? “I think he’s coming my way.” Lance caught my eye right away, walking up and giving me a sweet smile. His nerves were clearly getting the better of him, his voice breaking as he greeted me. After a subtle glance up and down, his cheeks tinted a deep red.
“You must be Anna? You look amazing,” he gushed, offering me his arm. I wrapped mine in his and gave a small smile.
