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As soon as Igor started to fall back, Mila ripped herself free from his dying grasp. She lurched forward, sprinting toward me as I took aim at anyone that appeared to be even looking in her direction. Cyrus and James were popping off shots behind me, fearlessly brutalizing the Russian soldiers that dared take a stance against us.
One of them darted to the side and threw open one of the crates. He reached inside and pulled out a flamethrower.
Fuck.
That escalated quickly.
I rolled to the right and grabbed a massive metal container, tossing it on its side. With a hard push, I rolled it toward him. He tried to change the direction of the flame, but it was already too late.
Mila ran straight into my arms. I wrapped an arm around her waist, throwing the two of us to the floor.
The massive drum bounced along the floor. The metal was thin, and liquid started leaking out of the rusted top. Instantly, that liquid caught fire. Almost in slow motion, the fire traveled up the line on the floor into the cannister and I rolled on top of Mila, covering her with my body as the room exploded.
Fire billowed outward in a massive spiral. The direction of the blast was somehow focused in the direction of the Russians, but it caught some of our men too. The gunfire slowed down for only seconds. I heard the terrible sound of someone screaming in abject agony. A gunshot popped off and it cut off immediately.
The heat was overwhelming for several moments. I didn’t move, not caring that my suit was burning away and scalding my skin. I gritted my teeth, willing myself to stay strong until the flames finally ebbed away.
Immediately, I pushed myself up and pulled Mila along with me. I stood in front of her, using my body as cover as we took care of the rest of the Bratva soldiers.
Within minutes, the only thing left was a mess of bloody burned corpses.
“Secure the rest of the building,” Cyrus demanded.
“There are girls upstairs. In the right hall. Igor was going to sell them,” Mila shouted frantically.
“I’ll deal with them,” James growled. His expression was a mask of fury as he rushed up the stairs. A number of men followed on his tail.
I grabbed Mila by the back of her neck and pulled her into a kiss. Her breasts pressed full against my chest and a soft gasp escaped her mouth. I swallowed the sound, desperate to feel her skin against mine.
I dug my fingers into the back of her scalp, needing to taste her, needing to know she was okay. She kissed me back with equal intensity and it took everything in me not to rip off the rest of her clothes and fuck her right there on the dirty warehouse floor.
“I couldn’t…” she began.
I didn’t let her finish. I just kissed her again. She tasted sweet, like cherries and whipped cream, but it still wasn’t enough.
I needed to possess her. I needed to claim her.
My tongue pressed in between her lips. She moaned softly, fighting me for a moment before she gave in and started to kiss me back with just as much passion as I craved. When I finally needed to draw in a breath, I pulled away just enough to see the dazed look written all over her face.
“I didn’t think you’d let me go through with it,” she explained quietly. There was guilt and regret written all over her face.
“I was never going to keep you from doing this. I know it’s a part of you, my sweet girl,” I answered. “Right now, that’s not important though. Are you hurt? Did they do anything to you?”
My voice had taken a hardened concerned edge and she gripped at my waist as she shook her head quickly.
“No. They’d just caught me and dragged me down here by the time you arrived,” she answered swiftly. I wasn’t quite satisfied with her answer though and I started to run my hands over her body. I squeezed her upper arms, and she flinched a little at my touch.
“He grabbed me, that’s all,” she explained hastily.
I passed over her belly and down her thighs, all the way to her ankles. She sucked in a breath, and I noticed a piece of glass lodged in her calf.
The bastard was fucking lucky he was already dead or else I’d have ripped his balls out through his throat.
I tore off a piece of my shirt.
“Hold onto me, sweetheart. This is going to hurt a little,” I said gently. Her fingers dug into my shoulders, and she sucked in an unsteady breath.
“Ready,” she murmured anxiously.
