Page 53 of Blaze
I fight harder, snarling and not giving a fuck when it feels like he’s ripping out my hair. Then I’m free. I scramble on hands and knees to the gun. I pick it up and whirl, raising the gun to him at the same time.
Enzo is so shocked, I almost laugh. I don’t, though.
Instead, I shoot. Again and again, until every bullet is gone.
Enzo staggers back under each bullet and when it goes quiet, my ears ring. I watch, waiting.
He looks down at his abdomen. Then back up at me.
He laughs.
Horror washes over me.
“You stupid bitch,” Enzo wheezes out. At least I’ve hurt him. “You thought I wouldn’t come prepared? Next time go for the head.”
He rips his shirt open and reveals the bulletproof vest. Then his sinister eyes meet mine, a sadistic glint in them. “I’m going to make you pay for that, little wife. Every last bullet. Then when I’m done with you, I’ll give you to my men. If you survive that, maybe I’ll keep you chained in a crate like the bitch you are.”
Enzo charges me and I howl, fighting hard against him until he backhands me, sending me crashing to the floor, darkening my vision.
He grabs my ankles, and then I’m dragged out the door of The Styx. I’m still too dazed to struggle, my limbs weak and not responding. The concrete is hard and rough against my back.
“Riccardo!” Enzo shouts for his brother. “Where the fuck is he?”
A car door opens, and I manage to roll onto my stomach, trying to crawl away.
“Get back here.”
I let out a sob as Enzo’s hands dig into my skin.
A fierce snarl rips through the air, igniting a spark of hope in my chest. The heat billowing over me only confirms it.
I close my eyes tightly, allowing tears of relief to cascade down my face. I am no longer alone in this darkness.
“What the fuck are you?”
Enzo. He's terrified. My heart pounds against my ribs in vicious satisfaction.
“Your worst nightmare.”
Blaze.
The demon I've fallen in love with. In this moment, I know I need him like I need to breathe. My heart is entirely his, no matter how much I tried to fight it at first.
There’s a flurry of movement and sounds, a grunt and a roar. Screaming. I can’t bring myself to look. Everything hurts. My head is swimming. All I know is that Blaze is here. He came for me. I needed him and he came for me, even after I pushed him away.
I love him so much.
“Kitten?” His voice is the same as that night, when he first killed for me. Like the rumble of a lava chamber. “Kitten, look at me. Please.”
I blink and try to focus.
“Enzo?” I can’t say more than a whisper, and my voice sounds like the crackling of flames.
“Dead.”
“Good,” I say and squint. “You came for me.”
“Always, Kennedy. You're the other half of my soul," Blaze says, then takes a step back. "I'll leave—"
