Alena's Revenge by K.A Knight

Author:K.A Knight [Knight, K.A]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-06-24T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seventeen

Alena

I’m pressed against him, using his warmth and height to make me feel secure and safe before going out there into the unknown. I don’t know why he makes me feel protected. He shouldn’t, he’s a murderer, an assassin. He already said he will leave me, kill me. Just because he fucks like a god doesn’t change that, even though he made me see stars…

Even though he hurt the guard for insulting me and lifted me so the blood didn’t touch me.

Shit, why is that so hot?

He slips out, and I drag my head from the gutter and focus on my mission. I’ve been planning this for so long. He doesn’t get to distract me with his cock and body. No, this is my time.

For revenge.

I follow him out. He turns left, moving quickly down the corridor. I almost have to run to keep up with my shorter legs, and when he stops at the corner, I bump into him. He grabs me to stop me from falling as he peers around the bend, and then he moves around it, dragging me after him to avoid the camera so they won’t know we’re coming. Boogeyman is sure and confident, knowing exactly what to do. If I didn’t know he was a hunter, an assassin, I would be worried about the confident, almost cocky edge to him. Like he’s walking down a beach, having a nice stroll.

It’s hot.

He takes the door the guard told us to, and I shut it behind us, watching him take the steps two at a time. It curves halfway up, and he stops and glances back at me with his finger on his lips. I hear talking and laughter then, even some low music. I nod, wondering how he heard it so quickly as he crouches and peeks around the corner. I stay there, observing as he glides up the stairs, and when he comes back, I move closer and he leans down. With his mouth against my ear, he murmurs, “At least fifteen there. That means some are wandering about and they will hear us. No way to go in quiet. Are you ready?”

“Yes,” I whisper in understanding. He pulls back, giving me one last fierce look before pulling his gun, releasing the safety, holding it with two hands, and rounding the corner again. This time, I follow him. I have a gun and a knife. I’ve only shot a gun a few times with my dad when I was younger, but I remember how to hold it and aim, so it will have to do.

He doesn’t creep up the stairs this time, no, he storms up them, and as soon as he reaches the top, he begins firing. He holds the gun steady as he walks, effortlessly shooting and twisting and aiming in a blink. The shots are loud, the chaos even louder. Scrambling feet, bodies dropping, yells, and crashing furniture is all I can hear between shots.

I follow after him, and I see a man fall.

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