Pulling onto the dirt road that led up to the mill, I cut the engine and launched off the bike. I heard more bikes turning off behind me, but my legs carried me forward. The men dressed in black started moving forward, ski masks covering their faces, but I didn’t stop to hear whatever the fuck they started shouting at me. My rushing blood was drowning out any noise but the fucking beating of my heart and the harshness of my breaths.
Only now feet away, I reached for the blades on my belt and gripped them in both hands. Jumping forward, I slit the throat of the first fucker and stabbed the other in the chest.
The one with the slit throat staggered back and fell to ground. In seconds I jumped on his chest. I ripped off his ski mask so I could see the fucker’s face. When his dying eyes met mine, I lifted my blade, and placing the tip on his forehead, stabbed it straight through his skull.
Ripping the knife from his corpse, I moved to the next cunt—he was already one foot in Hades with the boatman.
Wrenching the blade from his chest, I held a blade in each hand, and started hacking at his chest, One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven…
I panted, my eyes refocusing to see nothing but a fucked up open chest, when movement from behind caught my eye.
Styx and Ky at the mill. Styx and Ky fucking holding their bitches. Jumping to my feet, wiping my blades on the grass and putting them back on my belt, I screamed, “Maddie!”
I ran toward the mill, when a small figure ran forward in my direction. Maddie… and she was fucking heading for me.
“Flame!” I heard Maddie’s voice cry. My heart beat faster when her voice sounded all broken and sad. She lifted the bottom of her dress and ran over the high grass, and seconds later, her face came into view.
She looked pale. Her green eyes were tired and red, but she didn’t look hurt. Thank fuck. She didn’t look hurt. Then my pulse pounded harder as she approached. When she was only feet away, I stopped dead. So did Maddie.
Tears were falling down her cheeks, but just seeing her chased any bad feeling from my heart away. And I could breathe. We stood in the tall grass, just staring at each other. My hands balled at my sides. I squeezed my eyes shut and forced myself to step forward.
Then when I was standing right before her, I reached down and took her hand in mine. Gasping at the contact, Maddie squeezed her hand. When I looked down at her face, my throat fucking choked. She was so beautiful. And her expression. It was the expression she wore when I’d held her in my arms. When my lips had met hers.
“Flame…” she whispered. Maddie sucked in a quick breath, and said, “I need you to hold me now. I need to feel your arms around me so I feel safe. Because, right now, I do not feel safe.”
Groaning low, I pulled on Maddie’s arm and crushed her to my chest. The minute she was in my arms, I prepared for discomfort, but none fucking came. The flames stayed away, and Maddie’s arms slipped around my waist, then under my cut, until her bare hands touched my skin.
I hissed at the still unfamiliar feeling, but I… I liked it… I didn’t want to throw her off…
“Flame…” Maddie whispered. I held her closer. “I thought I would never see you again.” Maddie pulled back, and with shining eyes, she said, “All I thought about when they took us, was you.” Maddie took hold of my wrist and lifted it up. She took my hand in hers and then lifted it to her mouth and pressed a kiss to the back of my hand.
My eyes closed and my cock jerked in my leathers at the touch. “Open your eyes,” Maddie ordered, and I did. She had stepped closer and she was looking up at me. “Kiss me,” she whispered, as another tear ran down her cheek. “Kiss me, to prove to me you are here.”
Sliding up my hands on her arms, I pressed my hands to her cheeks and brought my lips down to hers.
Maddie moaned low in her throat as our mouths joined and held the edges of my cut, bringing me close. That noise out of her