Chapter 26 Scarlett #2
“Please,” I signed against his chest again, grinding against the ridge slower, forcing myself down, needing more pressure. “Please.”
After a few more miles, he finally started to slow.
I opened my eyes, gazing at our surroundings, still clinging to him, and saw nothing but trees.
We were still on the two-lane stretch of road, endless trees on either side of us. The clouds overhead were dark and ominous, but the rain had only just begun, I could smell it in the air through the helmet. A storm was coming.
I shivered as he pulled the bike over and shut it off. “Get off.”
I did as I was told, still on edge, the jacket still suctioning my nipples, the pants still vibrating only to stop a few seconds later.
“Take it off,” Azrael ordered me, still straddling the bike.
I took off the helmet first, the gloves, the jacket, and finally the pants. The air was chilly, but not torturous, the rain already picking up, soaking the road almost instantly.
He took off his gloves and set them on his bike before taking off his helmet and pushing his hair back.
His eyes were glowing brightly when they met mine. “Run.”
My smile split my face in two but before I ran, I ripped open the side pocket and grabbed my mask. I tied it on tightly, spun around, and sprinted for the trees.
My heart was already pounding as I half-ran, half-limped through the trees. We both knew I wouldn’t get far with my leg, but that wasn’t the point.
It was never the point.
I could feel the zing of electricity through my veins as I zig-zagged from one tree to another, my cunt throbbing, my hair whipping behind me, catching in the branches.
I couldn’t wait to feel his cock inside of me.
I couldn’t wait to feel his hands all over me, pushing me, grabbing me, pinching me, slapping me.
I was committing the greatest sin, I supposed. I coveted him. I coveted all of him. Every ounce of him.
“Tick tock goes the clock,” I heard his voice echo around me. “But not for my sinner. Tick tock goes the clock, we are eternal.”
I beamed, trying to run away from his voice, trying to prolong the fun, but my leg was starting to pain me, starting to slow me down.
I was panting, my steps slowing, the world growing a bit darker when a feeling started to grow in the pit of my stomach. A familiar, haunting feeling.
I wanted to ignore it. I didn’t want to ruin our fun, but it was screaming at me, this feeling. Shouting, begging.
Eventually, that feeling turned to a rock, my steps slowing to a jog, to a walk, and finally, to a stop.
It felt like Déjà vu. The dark woods, the silence, this feeling.
I turned around, straining my hearing, trying to find where Azrael was as my hand reached for my knife.
The joy I had felt leaving the road was now completely gone for another emotion I had gotten intimate with but hadn’t felt in a long time; fear.
I was afraid.
I gripped the knife tightly in my hand and jerked it out of my sheath, taking in my surroundings. Everything was absolutely silent. Not even a bird to be heard.
I truly admired their songs, and being in the forest now for all these months, I had come to learn that it was never silent.
So, why had they stopped singing?
I released a quiet breath and rolled my shoulders. No. Everything was fine. I was Azrael’s wife, and with that honor came more danger, but I could handle it.
I could handle anything.
My head whipped around at the slight breath of air, my knife already up and slamming down.
Azrael dodged to the right, his hand already around my throat, but the blade still sliced across his neck, despite his quick movements.
My heart slammed, my eyes locking with his as he clicked his tongue.
I gestured to my ear despite the fact that I hadn’t heard anything yet, but with one hand holding the knife, it was difficult to sign everything I wanted to tell him.
He immediately let me go and turned towards the trees, straining his hearing. After a moment, without saying a word, he gestured for me to head back in the direction I had come from, pulling his blade out as we turned.
Our steps were quiet, but we were slower now that the pain in my leg had grown. We kept our eyes trained, our breathing controlled as we walked back through the trees.
Someone was here, I could feel it. It was as if the trees were whispering to me, the rain humming of their existence. I knew they were here.
How?
We stopped at a seemingly random part of the road. Nobody was behind us, nobody in front of us. We were miles and miles away from the house. Miles. We had been riding for twenty minutes at an incredibly fast speed.
How would they have found us here?
I heard the snap of a twig first and then the loading gun.
We both stopped, my hand tightening around my blade.
“Come out come out, wherever you are,” Azrael sang threateningly. “Hiding in the shadows is such a cowards way of doing things, don’t you think?”
“Says the shadow to the Initiate,” a male hummed, stepping out from behind a tree to the right of us.
“There’s a reason you are called Initiates,” Azrael countered, straightening. “Hiking in from a distance, I see. You’re still several hundred miles away.”
He laughed. “Nice try. We received the coordinates before you killed the last ones he sent. Lucky for us, you pulled over here. Why, I wonder,” he asked, looking me over.
Despite the fact that my expression was well hidden, I kept my face expressionless, although the anger boiled inside of me.
Before I could even blink, a throwing knife entered and exited the male’s throat, forcing him to drop the gun as he reached up to stop the bleeding.
“Fuck, Mason!” a voice shouted from our left.
We took off running in separate directions.
I knew we were surrounded. I could feel every eye on me, chilling my skin, weighing me down, and I knew I wouldn’t have every ounce of power that was trained into me, but I would sure as Hell push myself until my leg was falling from my hip before I gave them a single inch.
People came swarming from the trees, and I lunged at the first one I saw, slamming my knife into his neck before using his falling body to push myself to the next person.
I ripped my knife across his neck, the adrenaline washing through me, filling me with an exhilarating energy.
Falling to the ground, I took off through the trees, hearing the shouts and running feet following after me. I only ran far enough away to put distance between us before I jumped up, grabbing the lowest branch of a tree and hoisting myself up.
I turned around, balancing on my toes, watching as more than a dozen of them ran by underneath me, shouting, guns in several of their hands, knives in the hands of several others.
“Idiots,” I thought to myself as they disappeared into the trees.
I waited a few more seconds before dropping soundlessly to the forest floor and running back towards Azrael.
Was this the work of Isabella Masian or Malachi?
Isabella now knew her girlfriend was here, but why would she keep the coordinates away from Malachi if she was loyal to him and knew that Malachi wanted Azrael?
Who were we fighting in these woods? A scorned girlfriend or a sick patriarch?
It didn’t take me long to get to where Azrael was fighting. I could hear the snarls of his opponents as they put everything they had into taking him down.
I jogged around another tree and finally caught sight of him.
I had always liked watching him fight. Watching him work that sword, work his body. He took down six of them within thirty seconds, uncaring of their silenced bullets and throwing knives. They couldn’t hit him.
Not ever.
He was Azrael.
He was unbreakable.
I heard a shuffle behind me and immediately ducked, avoiding the snatching hand. Rather, when I saw it appear above me, I grabbed his wrist, twisted it back, turned on him, and slammed my knife into his neck.
It was my favorite place to get them. It spurted blood like the sink spurting water. Pouring from their veins like a stream. It was intoxicating watching it soak their skin, their clothes.
I ripped the knife out and let him fall, another quickly taking his place.
I laughed when he pointed his gun at my head. It was easy, kneeing him in his dick, slamming my hilt against his wrist, his gun falling, and swiping the blade across his neck.
Malachi trained these men? They were absolutely horrible. How well could Grey, Jack, and Everett fight if this was how they were trained?
“Get the fucking knife away from her!” I heard someone snarl.
I flipped backwards away from the tree when they all started converging on me, trying to get to a more open space.
The moment I got out from behind that tree, I was surrounded on all sides, four guns pointed at me, and three blades.
I flipped my own blade around. Okay, this was new. This was different. I had only gone through fighting three men at once, and I almost always lost.
I released a slow breath. I could do this. Think quickly. Think quickly. Think—
I bent my legs, getting ready to jump, and the moment I saw those in front of me react, I went to jump and dropped to the ground instead, three bullets whizzing above me, hitting the people across from them.
Three people fell.
“Fuck!” someone snarled and lunged.
I got my feet under me and shoved myself up and back, launching myself at the legs of the person behind me.
The man who lunged at me fell face first into the mud and started crawling to me.
I wrapped my arms around the person’s legs, slammed my knife into their thigh and tore it down, my eyes locked on the male crawling after me.
Wait.
Wait.
Wait.
I wrapped my legs around his neck quickly and tightly, snapping his neck just as his knife slammed into my thigh.
I cried out but couldn’t do anything about it yet. The person I was holding onto was still struggling.
I pulled my knife out and slammed it in again as two more people lunged for me.