NaomiI felt the moment that Gavril’s control slipped and he realized that he needed this too. There was too much emotion wrapped up between us, and now I had to worry about him not coming back.It was a real thing. He was going to Jon’s apartment, and it could be a trap. Knowing Jon, it was a trap, and at the end of this day, I could be mourning Gavril’s death.I couldn’t fathom not having Gavril walk back through that door.His cock sprang eagerly into my hand and Gavril hissed against my lips as I traced the length of him, my own hands shaking. I needed this just as badly as he did, but when Gavril stopped my assault on his body, I cried out in frustration.“Relax,” he murmured against my lips, moving my hand up to his chest and placing it over his rapidly beating heart. “Let me take care of you.”I knew he was in a time crunch, and it broke my heart that what could be our final time together was going to have to be rushed like this. I needed to feel his skin against mine. I needed
GavrilI pulled up across the street from the shitty apartment studio that Konstantin’s phone led me to, frowning as I did so. For an FBI agent, the place was subpar at best.I mean, come on, surely Hampton made enough money to afford a decent place to live.No wonder he felt the need to stalk my wife. No one would ever fuck him in this shithole.Cutting off the motorcycle, I climbed over the tank and tucked the keys into my leather jacket, feeling the small revolver I had tucked away in the pocket. I also had the knives I took from Naomi in my boots, and if all else failed, well, good ole fists were going to have to do it.I had to get to the evidence before Hampton could.The street was quiet as I approached the studio, seeing the light filtering from the window. If Hampton was there already, I wasn’t going to let him leave alive. It would be my chance to rid this world of him once and for all.If someone else was up there, well, I would have to take matters into my own hands.Tuckin
Naomi.The screen lit up a moment later and I shook my head, a wry smile on my face. It really couldn’t be that easy, could it?It didn’t take me long to locate a cache of pictures in a folder, and it was as I suspected. He had taken numerous photos of that day, some with my face fully visible.Fuck me.I let out a slow breath as I dragged the entire folder over to the recycling bin and permanently deleted it. The pictures were still on the hard drive, but I was going to make quick work of that in short order as well. I should just take it with me, but I wanted the fucker to know what I had done.To know he didn’t have a chance in hell of beating me or getting my wife.After I finished with the photos, I turned the laptop over and unscrewed the back, finding the hard drive. A few well-placed stabs to the fragile board destroyed it, but I wasn’t done. I carried the laptop over to the kitchen sink and threw it in, pulling out the revolver that was stashed in my jacket and extracting one
NaomiA Few Minutes EarlierI stared at the gun on the nightstand before glancing at the clock beside it. Gavril had been gone for nearly two hours, and I was starting to grow concerned that he had found some sort of trouble out there.Had Jon been home when he had gotten there, and now Gavril was lying in a pool of blood?I didn’t want to think like that at all, but because of what was going on around us, I had to.After all, Gavril wasn’t going to just walk away from a chance to kill Jon, and I couldn’t blame him.Sighing, I reached over and picked up the gun, turning it over in my hands. I didn’t really like the feel of the cold steel in my hand. The gun implied violence, violence that I wasn’t sure I had in me to kill someone.Years ago, when Jon had snuck up on me at a club and scared me, I had attempted to take some gun safety courses in hopes of getting my concealed weapons permit. I had vowed it would be the last time he would have the opportunity and have me not be armed.Even
NaomiFlipping the locks, I opened it cautiously, holding the gun out before me as Ilsa had shown me.“Naomi! Where the fuck are you?”I flinched, Jon’s angry voice echoing off the walls. Based on the trajectory of his voice, he was still downstairs, which meant that I had to keep him from coming up the stairs.“Naomi! Get your ass out here now, before I kill this bitch!”Vera. Oh God, he had Vera!My knees shook as I walked out of the room, looking over the railing. It wasn’t even an option for me to think about staying in that room now, knowing that he had one of our own.She hadn’t asked for this. Jon was my issue, my baggage that I had brought to this family, and it was mine to try and eliminate from my life.Sure enough, Jon was standing in the middle of the foyer with his beefy arm around Vera’s neck and a gun in his free hand. I gasped as I saw Ivan’s body behind him, a puddle of rapidly spreading blood under his body.Was that the shot I heard earlier? Did Jon really feel like
NaomiI grabbed the gun off the floor and fired quickly, not caring if my bullet killed him as long as it struck him.“Naomi,” Jon growled. “I thought that your bastard of a husband would have taught you how to properly handle a gun.”A small chunk of the wall exploded near my face, and I realized that Jon was shooting back at me.He was shooting at me.With a cry, I ran down the hall, knowing that I was trapped either way I went unless I was going to take him head on. It was clear to me that he wasn’t just looking to take me now.He wanted to injure me, perhaps even kill me.I couldn’t let that happen. I had to protect the child inside me from this madman.“Come on, Naomi,” he called out as he turned the corner. “This is futile, and you know it. There’s nowhere for you to run or hide for long.”I just had to buy some time before Gavril showed up. He was coming. I had no doubt that he was coming to kill Jon if I didn’t kill him first.When I reached the end of the hall, I turned back a
GavrilI charged into the bedroom, horrified to see Naomi naked on the bed and Jon standing before her. Fuck, I was too late.Jon spun around, and I knocked the gun out of his hand before he had a chance to pull the trigger, tackling him around the waist and sending us both to the ground. The ride from his apartment had been gut-wrenching, and I had steeled myself against what I might find when I arrived, half hoping that Jon had been at least delayed from entering the house.I had been wrong. The bodies were piling up around this fucker, but my wife wasn’t going to be one of them. I was going to make sure of that.Jon tried to push me off him, but my fist connected with his jaw, the force bruising my knuckles. “You fucker,” I growled, landing another punch to his nose. “You touched my fucking wife!”He brought up his hands to deflect my hits, and one did a chop to my side, the breath leaving me only momentarily but still long enough to give him the upper hand. He dumped me off him and
NaomiI couldn’t think. I could barely breathe. In an instant, the entire situation had turned upside down, and now I was dealing with the love of my life bleeding out all over the carpet. “Gavril,” I tried again, swallowing the emotion that was built up in my throat. “Please. Tell me what to do.” His face was so unbelievably pale, pain etched into his gorgeous eyes, and I was worried.No, I was more than worried. I was terrified that he was going to die right here. I had watched him fight the bad guy in my life, my heart in my throat, as I knew that Gavril would come out on top. He was stronger, faster, smarter than Jon could ever be, and the glacier look in his eyes told me that Jon was a dead man even if I hadn’t shot him.Oh God, I had killed someone! The thought caused my throat to close up before I forced the feeling aside. Jon had deserved it. He had deserved everything he had coming for all the pain, all the hurt, all the killing he had done in his lifetime. When the knife had