Chapter 5
Lexa
She’s been gone for a while, and I was starting to let the fear of her not returning sink in. The phone she gave me started ringing, and I quickly answered it trying not to drop it in my desperation.
“Lexa listen to me, I’m calling Sam. He’s coming for you trust him and only him.”
That was it. She didn’t wait for a response just told me to wait for some guy to come and rescue me. The gun felt heavy in my hand as I slid down the wall.
I wasn’t sure I wanted to be rescued by some guy. Exhaustion was taking its toll on me. I feared falling asleep, he would come for me in my dreams.
There wouldn’t be any rainbows or pretty gold. It would be him bleeding out as I took his life. The way his eyes turned glassy and dull.
Shivers almost like someone was walking on my grave skirted up my spine and into my subconscious. There was no running from what I did.
Did I regret making him suffer? No! I would never regret what I did. But the images were burned into my brain. I was a murderer.
I lost track of time as my demons surrounded me. My sensitive ears picked up the sound of a motorcycle approaching.
Quickly standing I turned, scanning the open area for a place to hide. For a dark corner to put myself in. I was going to kill again.
It was a feeling I had. Pressing the gun against my thigh, I moved fast. Faster than I thought I could and then I heard the door opening.
Its rusted hinges, making loud noises as it was forced open. Then curses took the place of the doors obnoxious sounds.
He was in the house. I had no fucking clue who he was or why he was here, and I wasn’t positive it wasn’t the man who was supposed to save me.
My eyes widen as he entered the open space. The cocky fucker just strolled right in. Raising the gun, I fire at the wall above his head and to the left.
“Fuck you, crazy ass bitch!”
I snarled even as my lady parts sat up in attention. He was hot. Really Lexa? You’re seriously thinking about that now?
I’ve never wanted a man more than I wanted him.
“Don’t make me shoot you.”
I tried to keep the desire deep below the surface, but some of it started leaking into my voice.
“Texas sent me.”
I wasn’t sure I could trust him, but the tone of his voice even with all the anger told me he was honest.
“Sam?”
“Fuck yeah, who the hell did you think it was?”
“I don’t know? I just knew I needed to put a few bullets into whoever it was if it wasn’t you.”
“Well, you almost put a bullet in me.”
He was amused, and that irritated me.
“I still can.”
“Yeah, yeah, sweetheart.”
It grated that condescending tone. Pointing the gun at his feet, I made sure to miss him by a few feet. Let’s face it, I wasn’t some gunslinger no need to hurt the man.
“Fuck! Cut that shit out.”
I smiled sweetly at him.
“Look, I was sent to collect you.”
“Do I look like I need collecting? I’m not some object.”
His eyes turned from anger to humor. He was silently laughing at me.
“Come on, I don’t have time for this shit. I will leave your ass here.”
I looked at him. I mean really look at him. It was entirely possible of him leaving me here. He had a great poker face.
Sighing, I lowered the gun before putting it in the small of my back. The leather jacket Texas lent me gave it coverage as it found security in the waistband of my skinny black jeans.
Sam was watching my every move. His eyes flicked over me. A half smile on his handsome face. Then I felt it. My panties almost combusted right there on the spot.
He was too fucking hot for my sanity. Even after what I witnessed I still felt desire. What was wrong with me?
“You can fill me in later, but right now we need to go.”
I nodded. He was right, Texas sounded worried. She didn’t even sound scared or upset when we were killing that man.
Walking past Sam, I made my way outside. The sun was setting, turning the sky into hues of orange and pink. I always loved the sunset, it brought color to the sky.
My favorite part was the sky turning black and then fill with little glimmering gems. I looked at his bike and swallowed hard.
I was going to get on that. I would need to wrap myself around that man. Feel his hard body pressed between my thighs.
Could I do it? Fuck, would I survive it? My sanity was taking a nose dive and fast. While I was debating, he was already climbing on.
“Get on we need to go.”
His tone left no space for arguing. Swinging my leg over the back, I scooted close to him. He was hard just like I thought he would be.
My fingers laced over his rock-solid abdomen. Those panties I feared would combust, just did.
I felt like I was on fire. When the bike started the fire spread, and then the most embarrassing thing happened, I moaned in pleasure.
The moment it slipped past my lips I felt him stiffen and I wished I could take it back. I wished the ground would open and swallow me.
That was the only reaction I got. He showed no signs of feeling it too. I hate you Karma!