Chapter 15
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She fucking joint locked me.
Discreetly, I shake out my wrist, wanting nothing more than to bend her over my knee and wipe that smirk off her face with a few well-placed spanks.
The image of her bent over my lap with her pants around her knees as I lie into her bare ass has me adjusting my cock in my jeans before I slam the door shut to the SUV and follow after her.
Blyad.
Kavanaugh wasn’t bluffing when he gloated that his boys have been teaching her self-defense. It isn’t a move that would have worked on me normally, but I was distracted and she timed it perfectly.
I can’t help the bit of pride that swells in my chest.
“Keep to the shadows,” I instruct the small team that has joined us just inside the gate. “Remember, shoot only when necessary. We don’t want to alert any of Christian’s men. The red armbands are Kavanaugh’s men. Don’t shoot them. And always watch your brother’s back.”
There is a murmur of understanding from my men. Vas hands Ava her earbud, and I grow jealous of the small smile she gives him. An actual smile. Not the shit she’s been giving me.
Lucky for my second in command, Mark has cleared the comm lines and announced it is time to make our move.
Vas takes point, his Beretta 9mm at the chest-ready position as he leads us through the maze of containers. Ava is sandwiched between us, her Smith and Wesson the perfect fit for her hands as she too holds her gun at her chest.
Good girl, I can’t help but think as I watch her like a hawk while sweeping my gaze around us. It is quiet. The sound of the ocean lapping at the cement retaining wall is easily heard above the muffled sounds of our boots on crunching gravel.
Vas holds up a closed fist, signaling us to freeze where we are.
The three of us wait in tense silence as he scans his surroundings.
With a quickness that only Vas can pull off, my sovietnik holsters his gun before pulling about his karambit, a curved steel blade designed specifically for slicing and cutting.
Ava gasps slightly, her hand position faltering o her gun as she struggles to contain her surprise as Vas surges forward, wrapping his free hand around a stray guard’s mouth before slicing open his neck.
The guard goes down quietly. Vas supports the dead weight to keep the noise of his fall from spreading. Turning her head to the side, Ava retches, a small choking sob burrowing up her throat following just behind.
“This is why you should have waited in the car,” I sigh, offering her a handkerchief.
“You don’t belong here, Ava. You’re too fragile.
” Ava rights herself, her shoulder pushed back, eyes narrowed when she turns to me.
With a small growl, she slaps the offered handkerchief from my hand and turns her back to me.
I shrug, not giving any attention to her childlike behavior. She knows I am right, but that doesn’t make the pain in my chest disappear from seeing the flash of hurt in her eyes.
“Let’s keep moving.” Vas frowns at me in obvious disappointment. He looks like I just kicked his puppy, but needs to learn, just like he does.
This is no place for her.