Undercover Love (Draft 1)

Chapter Fifteen

The whizzing of a silenced bullet makes me freeze.

          I look around, frantically searching for any threats that could be targeting us. I'm ready to warn the guys, when the man that Liam's holding lets out a strangled cry. My eyes fly back over to them and that's when I notice the blood seeping out of his leg, through the material of his pants, and the silenced pistol that Liam is now aiming at his temple.

          The smell of fresh, metallic blood and hot sulfur mixed with the concoction of liquor in my system makes my stomach roll and it's a fight to keep everything down. I feel Matteo's arm snake around my back, holding me steady and reminding me that there are people here that will watch for my every reaction.

          If I lean into the queasy feeling, they're less likely to suspect anything than if I act unphased by it all.

          With that thought in mind, I lean further into Matteo and let out a shaky breath. "That's a lot of blood." I whisper to him, looking up at him with an unsure smile.

          "It'll be over soon." He assures me, falling for the act, and rubs soothing circles on my back as I focus back in on what Liam is doing.

          I'm mesmerised by how naturally Liam's body moves as he drives his fist into the guy's gut again, his back muscles rippling through his tight fitted shirt as he swings. He doesn't even flinch when the guy spits in his face and gasps out, "Asshole."

          Liam lets out a dark chuckle, moving his hand to swipe away the saliva that landed on his cheek. "Indeed." He smirks at him before turning his head and holding out a hand towards Matteo.

          Matteo unwraps his arm from around me and takes a step forward, lifting his shirt to reveal a sheathed knife along his abdomen. He swiftly unseathes the knife before placing it into Liam's hand and returning to stand back by my side.

          I watch as Liam flips the knife twice in his hand, catching the blade without ever taking his eyes off the man. The guy audibly gulps as he watches the blade draw closer to his face. Liam slowly trails the knife down his face, applying just enough pressure to leave tiny bubbles of crimson blood in it's wake.

          That was hot. 

          Wait - No. No it wasn't. What the fuck, Tia?

          "I'm going to ask you one last time. Where are the girls?" Liam snarls, moving the knife to the guys throat pressing it into his skin for emphasis. 

          The guy's eyes widen and I find myself shivering at the fear rippling through them. He looks as though he wants to shake his head, but thinks better of it as Liam pushes the blade even harder into his flesh, growing impatient. "I - I don't know. They get sent to me when I ask for them and then they get taken back. I don't know where they come from or where they go." The guy whimpers, feeling his blood trickle from beneath the knife.

          "Who is your supplier?" Liam sighs, softening the grip on his blade, making the guy's shoulders sag with relief.

          The guy whispers something to him, too low for me to be able to hear, before looking at Liam with pleading eyes.

          Liam takes a step back from him, making it seem like he's going to let the guy go. He turns his head, his eyes catching mine as he throws me a wink that definitely didn't make my thighs rub together, before swiftly swiping his arm across the man. The blade slices straight across his throat and leaves a spray of blood against the wall beside them.

          I wince at the sound of the man choking on his own blood, refusing to allow my eyes to trail from Liam's face as he quietly orders Ryder and Adriano to move the body somewhere and clean up the rest of the mess before slowly walking towards me.