The Vipers Temptation | Completed (edited)

Chapter 12 - First Shootout

*Warning MATURE scene ahead*

This book is rated mature for a reason. If tons of violence, lots of swearing, and explicit sexual scenes between two consenting adults bother you, then this is not the story for you.

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Rough hands hastily drag me through a door into an isolated parking lot. I try to think about how I find myself currently getting pulled along by a gun-wielding maniac. Nico held his gun in his right hand while dragging me along with his left. I must have had more drinks than I thought. I cover my mouth as the motion threatens to unleash my unsteady stomach.

"Do not tell me you're going to be sick."

"I don't feel so good. What were in those drinks?" I gasp and grab Nico's arm as I vaguely remember being in a chapel. "We didn't get married, did we?"

Nico shakes his head. "Don't sound too excited at the prospect."

"I'm sorry if I don't want my first wedding to be at some skeevy hotel."

"Jesus, you could argue over anything. Have you forgotten about the two men following us?"

"I find that offensive. If you weren't so damn irritating, then I wouldn't argue with you."

"Why, you little..."

"What?"

By now, Nico and I were standing face to face; it was actually more like my face was the height of his chest. We were in a glare-off. The world around us ceases to exist as we feel that invisible thread pulling us together. Suddenly, I'm in his arms with his lips attached to mine. His hands holding my face in place, and the moment his lips touch mine, I'm a goner. I tangle my hands in his hair and moan softly. It feels like eons since we last kissed, and I'm desperate for it never to stop and for him to be permanently attached to me. I fist his shirt in frustration, trying to get closer to him, if even possible. Then he's gone, and I blink my eyes open as I'm pulled behind a car in the parking lot.

"What the actual hell, Nico?" I spit as I furiously wipe my mouth. Why does he turn me on the way he does? Not ten seconds after I snap at him, something comes wising by where we had been standing. "What was that?" The last half of my question is muffled by Nico's sweaty ass hand covering my mouth. He hisses at me to shut up as he spins me towards him. The same seriousness he had at his apartment when those men came in is currently present on his face.

"What's wrong?"

"They've found us. I let my guard down, which I seem to do a lot around you."

"That was a gunshot? How did you know?"

"The scope reflected off the car's mirror."

"So, you're like a legit killer?" A glare is the only response I receive.

"I'm going to draw their fire towards the left while you run towards the woods. Once you start, don't stop, okay?"

"You're not coming with me?" Pure fear fills me. "I cannot just leave you."

"As you've said yourself, this is what I do."

"Nico, I-"

"Get ready."

Before I can fully grasp why, I lean over and kiss his cheek. "Be safe."

"Now." Nico starts shooting around the car at some unseeable enemy.

I wait a few seconds before running for the next car parallel to the woods. I skid to my knees as I stumble behind it. Pure adrenaline pumps through my veins as I stare at the woods. I have to believe that Nico will be okay. I'll only slow him down or get him hurt.