Deepest Desire: Fall of Desire by Tamika Brown & Club Desire

Author:Tamika Brown & Club Desire [Brown, Tamika & Desire, Club]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: anonymous
Published: 2023-12-06T16:00:00+00:00

Franco stretched, then stepped through the door onto the stairs leading down to the tarmac.

“Look who decided to come home,” Dante smirked, standing next to a blacked-out SUV.

“You mean ordered. I wasn’t done playing yet.” The two men grasped hands, then Franco walked straight to the vehicle to get inside.

Once both men were settled, Dante continued. “Club Desire?”

Franco nodded. “Not enough time, and I didn’t even get her last name.”

“The bartender?” Dante cut his eye at him.

Franco grunted. “Raven with the raven wings across her back and a tongue like a double-edged sword.”

“Just like you like, huh?” Dante teased.

“Just like I like.”

“Her number?”

Franco shook his head. “Nope, but at least I know where to find her.”

Dante eased onto the highway. Franco stared out the window and caught a glimpse of a familiar car.

“We’ve got company. Do you think we can lose them?”

Dante smirked. “Oh, I know I can.”

Franco opened the glove compartment and retrieved the gun just as Dante floored it. The SUV surged forward.

He was so tired of these fuckers. It was like they were playing cat and mouse, and he was no fucking mouse or pussy.

Franco pushed the button and the window slid down.

“Do you have a clear shot?” Dante asked.

They were now going well over the speed limit.

“Fuck yeah,” he replied.

Thank God there was only light traffic at this time of the morning on a weekend. If this had been in the middle of the work week, there was no way in hell he’d get a clean shot.

Franco positioned himself out the window and aimed his gun. The trucks following them was three car lengths behind them. Far enough so he had a clear shot on the driver of the first car at least.

He squeezed the trigger and hit paydirt. The first car swerved, thankfully taking out truck number two directly behind it. However, the third truck gained speed and was closer than what the others had been. Gunfire from the other truck shattered the back window. Franco ducked.

“You hit, man?” he asked Dante, who continued to drive them down the highway.

“Don’t worry about me, just get those fuckers.”

Franco didn’t bother to look at Dante. If he did, he knew he would see something he didn’t like. Fuck, Skylar was going to have his balls if something happened to Dante.

He squeezed a few shots off, but they didn’t hit anything. They were coming up on an exit, but the truck pulled along Dante’s side before they could reach it.

“Shit,” Dante muttered, flooring it again, but it didn’t matter. The truck kept pace. Shots rang out inside the vehicle, and Dante grunted.

“Fuck!” Franco shouted, emptying the rest of the clip into the vehicle next to them, straight through Dante’s window.

The truck careened away from them as they headed for the off ramp.

“Dante, you hit?” he asked.

He grunted, and Franco settled back into his seat, only now glancing at a grimacing Dante. He held his side as he tried to maneuver the SUV with a bullet wound in his shoulder.

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