Perilous

Chapter 24

"Amira! Amira! Baby, Fuck!" 

I felt like I was on some type of substance, my insides were melting and my feet couldn't move, I couldn't run. Marshalls screams knocked me out of my trance and I was left looking at him getting pulled away. His combat boots dragging on the floor and his veins were popping all over his face, his neck. He was yelling for me. And once that finally hit me, I ran towards him. As I got closer and closer I wasn't just nearing Marshall, but Jamal too. But I didn't dare to look at him, I kept my eyes on my love. His thick blue eyes getting darker fighting with everything he has in him. I heard more footsteps coming towards me and before I could aim my gun and shoot another target down, he talked again. 

"Let her be damnit!" 

Marshall fought off the two men finally punching one so hard he didn't where he was stumbling, the other couldn't do anything else it happened quicker than my brain could even process. He came to me, I came to him. He grabbed my face with his hands, putting his forehead to mine and slowly he breathed out, "Nothing in this world could ever take you away from me. I'm always here Amira, I love you." 

I removed the sweaty touch of our foreheads and looked at him, his gaze on the floor. This time it was my turn to cup his face in my hands and crash my lips onto his. I didn't want to part, his cold lips suddenly became so warm and I could feel the urge he had to stay there. No matter the gazing eyes we knew were on us, we knew his were on us. 

Suddenly I was just left with my hand in his as he crashed on the floor. One of the men that held him earlier knocked his legs from behind and grabbed ahold of him. This time more men were on Marshall, punching his beautiful face, beating him senseless. I hadn't even realized I was being pulled away and Marshall was getting smaller and smaller. Eli was gripping my waist pulling me away, saying something I wasn't really even sure what. 

We were finally outside the facility, and Thomas from earlier was in the truck, his friend off the bloody ground and in the back trunk. 

"Get in! hurry!" Thomas yelled at us, face red. 

Eli pushed me into the passengers seat, shut the door, and climbed in the back. Thomas took off, tires screeching and running over lifeless bodies to get away from the scene. 

"Fuck!" he screamed as he hit the steering wheel. "What do we do now!" 

What do we do now. 

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I traced my fingers along the muscles on his back as he played there on his side. His muscles were so defined, but his skin so soft I never wanted to stop. I moved closer to him and slowly moved my hand, still against his skin, to his stomach. It wasn't long before he turned his body around, gripping my wrist and faced me. His eyes digging into me, searching. 

"Sorry." I gulped out. 

"Why? I love it, don't stop." Marshall breathed out to me. 

I started again, this time moving my hand from his chest down to the pit of his stomach and around to his back again. 

He moaned and spoke slowly, tiredly, "You're never getting taken away from me." A sly smile playing on his lips as his eyes were slowly shutting. 

No, but you were taken away from me. 

It's all I could think of on the drive back to base. Marshall was literally taken away. He's gone. I felt numb to the entire thing, like it wasn't true. 

Its true Amira. I reminded myself. 

Before I knew it, we were back and Thomas was at the wheel still, starring at me.