Game(6)

I inched forward, breaking away from Finn. He let me go. He let me step at Vale. My heart raced.

Vale always had a thing for me. He kept himself under control because Zander always had first grabs. Lucky for me he never tried anything. Which meant Vale never did.

I reached out and put my hand to Vale’s gun and lowered it. “Don’t. I’ve always wanted you… Vale…”

I bit my lip.

He smiled. “Yeah?”

There were more guys starting to come out of the building.

I stepped back and lifted my shirt again.

I felt gross and slutty.

Vale’s eyes went miles wide and he dropped the gun.

Behind me the truck started with a growling rumble and Finn had his escape. I quickly crouched, grabbed Vale’s gun, and turned. I jumped and grabbed the side of the truck and dove into the bed. I was on my stomach and I pushed up to my hands and knees. I tapped the gun against the window as Finn looked back at me.

I had just sealed my fate.

Vale snapped back to reality and jumped toward the truck. Finn backed up and hit him with the back corner of the truck, sending him to the ground. I felt a thud and my stomach flipped. I didn’t want to look and see if Vale had been crushed and killed.

Finn sped away with me in the bed of the truck, a gun in my hand, trying to hold onto anything for dear life.

Now what do I do?





7.


(Finn)



She managed to tag along.

Fuck.

My hands gripped the wheel as I sped along the back roads. I knew every road - legal and illegal - in the state. So unless that fat f*ck had helicopters coming after me, I could make an escape. Not to mention I had a little cabin secluded deep in the woods nobody knew was there.

When I felt secure enough, I hit the brakes and stopped the truck.

I threw open the driver’s door and got out.

A second later, Shayna popped up, a gun in her hand.

The gun shook in her hand. I could have disarmed her in a second. Maybe I should have. But I stood there, the truck running, watching as she stood up in the bed of the truck. She looked down at me, bringing her other hand to the gun. Goddamn, if her tits didn’t press together in her tight top, making them spill from the top even more. Her dark hair fell in her face.

Stunning.

That’s what she was. Deadly and stunning.

She threatened me in a way that was never supposed to happen.

“Get in the truck and drive,” she said.

“Do you want to get in the truck with me? It can’t be comfortable back there.”

Shayna looked around. “Where are we?”

“In the woods,” I said.

Shayna lifted the gun and pulled the trigger.

“Are you f*cking insane?” I yelled. I jumped up on the tire of the truck and looked up at her. “You’ll f*cking tell them right where we are.”

“Shit, right. Sorry.”

I jumped back to the ground. “We’re a little bit of a drive from a cabin I own. Okay? I’m crashing there tonight and then I have to face my boss in the morning. I’m in deep shit, sweetie.”

“And I’m not?”

“I really don’t care what you’re in.”

Shayna frowned. She walked to the edge of the bed and stepped up on it. She pointed the gun at me. “Drive me to your cabin then. I’ll stay there too.”

“Yeah, sure, why not?”

She started to try and get down from the truck. It was kind of fun to watch her struggle, but she did it while holding a loaded firearm. Not a smart combo. I put my hand out and offered it to her.

“Come on,” I said. “Before you shoot yourself.”

Shayna jumped down. Her feet hit and her tits did a little bounce. I looked away and took a breath.

Don’t do this, Finn. This is far beyond anything with her already. She can crash the night and then she’s gone tomorrow.

I let her go and climbed back into the driver’s seat of the truck. I watched Shayna walk around the front of the truck to the passenger side. She got in and shut the door. Then she turned and pointed the gun at me again.

“Drive.”

I grinned. “What do you think I’m going to do?”

“I’ll shoot you.”

I looked at Shayna. I nodded. “Okay. Okay.”

I put the truck in drive and crept forward into the woods.

There had been a lot of weird things that happened with women in my life, but never like this. A beautiful woman with a gun to my head. And my dick was half hard and my mind trying to convince me not to sleep with Shayna.

It made me wonder what her story was. What was she doing tonight? Why did she pick tonight to bail on that Zander guy? Why the f*ck did she have to look at me and start this madness? Why the…

A set of high beams flashed behind me.

And they started to speed up, fast.

We were caught.



~



I parked the truck and thought about taking the gun from Shayna. But I let her have it because she would need to defend herself. I could use my fists and strength.

“Do not leave this truck,” I said. “If shit goes bad, drive.”

“Where?”

“Away,” I said and jumped out.

I moved forward, the lights blaring at me. I tried to block them and saw a figure get out of the SUV behind me. I hurried forward and wanted to offer my own attack before any words were spoken. I kept my left arm up to protect myself and swung with my right fist. I hit the guy in the mouth and he went down. I then moved beyond the lights and blinked fast, letting my eyes adjust.