Page 178 of Dirty Deadly & Mine
“No, it’s not.” He shakes his head. “They are the evil cunts doing wrong in the world. You are the angel trying to do some good.”
What I’d do to be alone with Asher right now. Why did I wait so long to open my heart to him?
“Oh, boo fucking hoooo,” Monty sneers into the microphone. “No one cares that youlooooveeach other. We only care to see which one has the balls tokill.”
Ignoring Monty and the roar of the crowd, I turn my head and press my lips to Asher’s warm palm before taking a step away from him.
I need to figure out what to do. There has to be a way out of this.
Taking another look around, I’m hoping to find Barrett or someone who will help, but all I see are crazed gangbangers thirsty for blood.
Stalling is the only option right now.
“Let’s just play along a bit,” I tell Asher, hoping he won't fight me on this. “We need to stall for time. Barrett knows I’m here. He will come for us.”
Asher’s eyes dance between mine again, the swelling around his eyes not hiding the emotions swarming in them. Then, he nods, his gaze travelling over the crowd before returning to mine.
“Okay, Lil. Let’s fight.”
I grin at Asher’s words, and a smirk tugs at his lips.
Normal couples go for walks on the beach, or watch movies and share popcorn.
But people like us prefer to get dirty and throw punches, and hopefully draw a little blood. This time, we will do it together.
I take the first swing at Asher, deliberately missing as he ducks, but another quick jab and I nick him in the shoulder.
The crowd cheers, ready to see two people who love each other fight to the death.
We fight strategically, over dramatising if a punch lands to make it seem worse than it is. Every time our heads are close enough, we whisper to each other, giving advance warning of a hit and grapple, or just simply talking about the situation, especially when I spot a face I recognise in the crowd, my heart flipping with relief in my chest.
“Barrett’s here,” I whisper before landing a fake punch in Asher’s ribs.
“Where?” Asher grunts, pretending to cough as he clutches his stomach.
“Behind the MacKenzie brothers. I’m not sure how he’ll play it.” I duck one of Asher’s swings. “But when all hell breaks loose, that’s our cue.”
Asher swings another punch, and I duck before slamming myself into him, pretending to try to knock him down.
Barrett is practically breathing down the twins’ necks, and they don’t even realise, their wild gazes locked on us as they stand at the gate… our only way out of the cage.
As we dance around the space, I scan the crowd to see if Barrett has brought help with him. He has a team of guys he works with internationally, so I’m not prepared when I spot three familiar faces…
Time slows as I realise who exactly Barrett brought with him, and it makes me wonder how they got here so quickly.
Were they here already?
I haven’t seen them in years, and usually the sight of them would make me want to run, but right now, emotions swarm through me, taking me back to a time when they were my protectors.
I nearly trip over my own feet, my shock messing with my head, and when I meet Asher’s gaze, he looks confused.
“You okay?” Asher asks, lunging for me, and I only just manage to dash out of the way in time, my eyes catching on Barrett’s as he gives me a nod.
Shit.
Here we go.
“Get ready,” I tell Asher instead of answering. “It’s time.”
