Rhys by Mazzy King

Author:Mazzy King [King, Mazzy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: MZK Publishing
Published: 2019-11-26T16:00:00+00:00

6

Violet

I lay beneath Rhys, feeling his warm breaths covering my neck, and feeling like the world’s biggest ass.

Did I really just tell him I loved him?

What’s more—did I mean it?

Maybe my own writing was getting to me and making me believe I could live out my own love story. Maybe it was being lonely for so long and finally having someone—an amazing someone—in my bed and making me feel protected and cared for.

Except…he didn’t say it back.

And why would he? He doesn’t know you!

The urge to cry suddenly comes over me, and I hate myself for it.

I shift beneath him. He’s still inside me. He isn’t sleeping. He presses soft kisses to the side of my neck. “Rhys…”

“Hmm?” he murmurs.

A loud crackling noise from the other room catches my ear. It’s almost missable. “Rhys?”

“Hmmmm.” He nuzzles my neck.

“Is that your radio?”

If I shoved a hot poker onto one of his ass cheeks, he couldn’t jump out of bed any faster. He grabs his pants from the floor and hurtles out of the room.

Uh-oh.

I fumble around in the dark for my clothes and tug everything on. When I hurry out into the living room, finding Rhys wearing pants and crouched next to his rifle at the window, I feel a surge of alarm. I also notice my loose top is on backwards and inside out.

“What’s going on?” I ask in a hushed voice.

Rhys ignores me as he attaches a Bluetooth-type device to his ear. I can no longer hear the crackling of the radio. “Copy that,” he says in this clipped voice that makes my eyes widen. He sort of molds himself around the rifle, in a position that can’t be comfortable. The muscles in his back ripple and flex and I’m momentarily distracted.

Then it hits me—he’s getting ready to take a shot. Like, the shot.

“Holy fucking shit,” I gasp.

I should probably get the hell out of here. But where to go?

Then, a strange noise fills the air outside. Like pop-pop-pop. It’s like firecrackers. A lot like firecrackers, actually, but…

Sinister.

“Down down down,” Rhys bellows.

It takes me a minute to realize he’s talking to me.

He spares me one quick glance over his shoulder, and instead of his eyes being wide and rolling like I’m pretty sure mine are, his are narrow and laser-focused. “Violet, get the fuck down!”

I immediately drop to the floor on my belly, then instinct makes me squirm across the floor to huddle behind the kitchen counter.

The first report from Rhys’s rifle is so, so loud. I can’t help the scream that tears from my throat.

The next sound I hear is shattering glass. Glass that’s part of my home.

And then I hear another sound that makes my blood run cold.

A heavy grunt of pain—from Rhys.

“Rhys!” I cry, sliding from behind the counter.

I see the blood immediately. It seeps from his shoulder.

“Stay where you are,” he says between his teeth. “Fucking motherfucker is shooting at us!”

I want to make a sarcastic remark about how I’m totally shocked at that information, but all that escapes is a sob.

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