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Chapter 62: Susanna’s pov
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My Neighbour's Wife Chapter 63: Susanna’s pov
I propel myself, sweeping low and wild, and a shot zings past my ear a moment before I collide with his torso, the force behind the movement strong enough to knock the gun from his grasp and send us tumbling into the grass. He snarls, ripping me off him and I gasp as my back hits the ground. He’s searching for the rifle, reaching--It is pure animal instinct that drives me forward, and I leap at his exposed back, wrapping my arms around his face, nails scraping at his eyes and my legs locking around his torso. He shoves back, thrashing angrily in a bid to get me off, but I cling to him, heart pounding, chest heaving as I struggle viciously to claw out the bastard’s eyes. Heavens. If I get out of this alive, I’ll take fighting lessons.He slams us back into a tree and the hit rattles my skull, loosening my grip on him slightly as stars explode behind my eyes. His fingers claw at my hands, my fingers, and I feel a burst of blind panic when I realize I’m losing him.So I jerk forward and
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A deafening crack ricochets through the air. And then another. I bury my nose in his chest, shivering, sobbing softly. His heart beats fast and hard against the side of my cheek and the weight of the last few minutes crash into me.Minutes. I could have died in mere minutes. I’d never… My hands run down the length of his broad back, a broken sob shaking my lips as I breathe in his scent--the clean crispiness of freshly made notes, spicy masculinity and that cologne I’ve never smelled on anyone else. I’d never get to smell him again, or touch his skin, soft and smooth over rock-hard muscles, kiss him, feel his breath hot against my skin, hear his rare breathy laughter, his amused chuckle, and watch him stare at me like a man ruined and undone.Zefiro’s hand slides down my neck and he pulls us apart. “Are you hurt anywhere?”I shake my head, face wet with tears as I meet his gaze.His eyes are wide and crazed as he scans my face, noting the blood on my lips.“It’s not mine,” I say, voic
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I turn and stride out, unhurried. Screams and loud shouting echo in the house. Someone’s shouting for Valentina from the ground floor, screaming for her. She shouldn’t be here. She should be back home, with Noona. She would have been safer there, hiding from my wrath than here, in her father’s home. Her room’s on the floor below. The staff either run past, bleary-eyed, or they pause and do a double take before falling to the floor, hands above their heads. I pay them no heed. I didn’t come for them. Valentina’s bedroom sits on the second floor, right next to her cousin’s, which is why it is no surprise to find the woman huddled on the floor, covering her children with shaky hands. Her teal eyes meet mine and widen a fraction with betrayal and fear. We never hurt women or children. Usually. Valentina’s a special case from hell.The door is ajar when I reach it and all the warning I get is the spark of the muzzle before I shove against the door, narrowly avoiding a damn bullet to t
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