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Paralyzing despair.
“Not now, Katia.I need you.” My lips raced against hers. “I need you back, baby. I need the strong woman. The cunning. The outsmarting. The spirit. Come back to me. Come on.” I shook her.“Damn it, Katia. I need you!”
Katia’s eyes slammed shut, and she wept. Sorrow sobs shattered, her chest heaving. Despite the wrecking pain, she furiously nodded.
“That’s right, Katia. Come back to me,” filtered through my teeth. “Bring the raging wildfire in your eyes. Let me see the deep-green-forest blaze.”
Her chest expanded and fell. Deep breaths filled her with strength, and her exhales pushed out the weak.
Eyes shot open in jaded fury.
I kissed her.
Urgent, wild, passionate.
“Take this, shoot on your way, and stay close,” I rushed.
Katia nodded, clutching the gun with her delicate fingers, and then snapping into action. Her hands were filled with lace, silk, and tulle. She bunched the dress into a bundle, revealing her long legs. Her fingers slipped to her thigh, and she pulled out her blade, twisted it, she held it in a reverse grip. With one hand heavy with lead and another with sharp promise, both hands were filled with danger.
Katia tried to turn in preparation for our escape, but her legs caught the long train of her dress. Her body tossed, and she fell to the muck with a groan.
“Puttana!” The harsh curse fueled her ire, and she slipped her knife to the end of her feet. It sliced the fabric, and she tugged and tugged with no give of its strong train.
My eyes flew back to Arlo, pushing her hands away. The loud rip muffled between the firing bullets, the howling thunder, and the heavy raindrops.
The dress was still long but wouldn’t drag her behind. I wanted to cut it off and leave it by the forming puddles. But we had no time. We needed to move.
I needed to take her to safety and kill all those who had threatened her. Butcher and carve them with lead.
“No fear, Katia.”
“None.”
Arlo signaled us to get ready.
We moved closer to the end.
“To the stone pillar,” I instructed.
She nodded.
Arlo opened his mouth to shout, “Now!”
“Go, go, go!” I yelled, and bullets sputtered in unison.
I shot.
Katia shot.
Hisses flew by my ear, whooshes disrupting near.
All aimed in our direction.
Rapid fire of automatic rifles against handguns.
Fire spread through my side, branding my flesh with burning metal and stunning speed. My body reared from the blow.
With my teeth gritting, I growled in pain and rage as I pulled the trigger. I hit my target right below his left eye. His body slumped to the ground, and I pulled the trigger again to shoot the man beside him, but only the clicking sound of the slide locking was in my ears.
