A Sinful Triangle

Ch.8-Ambushed and shot.

SAMARAS'S POINT OF VIEW

Holy f**k!

What the f**k did I do? I f*****g kissed a woman, then rubbed... and cut my... s**t, I'm going crazy.

But it felt so good, seeing him at my mercy, saying those things, it was f*****g orgasmic. Unfortunately, it was almost orgasmic physically too, but I stopped in time.

I'm a bad b***h.

"Where are you going? We're going with the car." His deep and husky voice makes my n*****s a bit harder and my core clench.

Fuck you, you motherfucker!

"I'm not going with a car to a meeting like that." I know what kind of meeting he's referring to, and I don't want to depend on him. Besides, a bike is faster than any car.

"It's safer."

"In case of a chase, police, or bad guys, an SUV doesn't help. A bike on the other hand..." I trail off and turn my back to go to my bike.

"Samara, I won't let you alone." I turn around as I take my jacket and get out my helmet, and smile as an idea hit me.

"Come with me then."

"What? I don't know how you're driving, I won't--" I know he hates to be interrupted, that's why I'm doing it.

"I thought you liked to live dangerously. Are you scared, Zion?" I smirk, mocking him with my eyes, and he clenches his jaw.

He's angry, but still hard.

I feel good about both of those facts.

"Let's go." He first opens the door, tells Axel something, who nods and looks at me through squinted eyes, probably trying to figure out who I am, or if Zion told him, to see if he's insane or not.

This is so fun.

"Where?" He explains to me where, well, at first he wanted to give me the address and put it into the GPS, but I know the address. It's close to one of the racing spots, past the last one, not even five miles away.

"Take this." I give him the second helmet.

"A few tips. Hold onto me tight. If I lean right, you lean with me, left, with me, and under no f*****g circumstances put your foot down. Maybe our knees will be inches from the ground. Do not move or we're dead." I smile at the uncertain expression on his face as if he's rethinking his decision. With a bigger smirk, I put my helmet on, jump on the bike and start the engine, getting a bit wetter when the parking lot echoes the beautiful sound.

"If I die I'll haunt you!" He screams over the sound of the bike, making me laugh.

"Hold on tight!" I push the gas hard, causing the bike to stand on the back wheel, and laugh when I hear him saying a loud f**k and his arms tightening around me as if his life depends on me. Well, it does, and it's thrilling.

He's holding onto me so hard that I barely breathe, and every time I push the gas and pass cars by millimeters, he's tightening the grip, but the worse until now was when I took a roundabout and our knees were less than an inch off the ground.

I laughed like a lunatic.

But the weird thing is that I still feel his hard-on on my ass. I thought he'll go soft in the first two minutes, but he got even harder if it's even possible.

I didn't see them, but I heard them.

Sirens.

I look in my mirrors and see that he's looking back too. Can it get better? I don't think so.

There are two cars now, but the highway is coming, and I'll lose them there easily. I smile when another idea comes to my mind. Why not make the same thing I did when I competed? Zion will piss himself.

I press the brakes to let the cops get closer, and Zion yells something like 'what the f**k are you doing', but I don't mind him.

When we get on the highway I make sure that I keep the police two cars behind me. Enough for them to see me, but not to get to me.

I see the exit in the distance but it's daylight, the highway is busier, and I have to keep the cops closer, so I let it down a bit until I'm just a car away from them and sit in the middle of the two lanes almost between two cars. An SUV on my left and a truck on my right. The cars try to let the cops pass, and that is to my advantage because the cops are now focused on not crushing.

The exit is closer and closer, and when I know that they have no chance of getting off too, I push the gas to the max, rise on one wheel, then slide between two cars and jump over to the exit.

I felt Zion freezing, his grip on me was a deadly one, it literally crushed me, and if I could, I would have laughed, but it's hard when your ribcage is being broken.

When I get off the highway and onto a country road, I stop the bike because his grip on me didn't loosen and I'm slowly dying.

"You're killing me, let go," I demand once I take my helmet off.

"You're f*****g crazy, woman! Out of your f*****g mind! Insane! We could have died a thousand times!" He exclaims and gets off the bike, crouching and shaking his head, and I laugh.

"But you didn't, so stop being a pussy."

"Me, a p***y? Woman, Hitler would have pissed himself. That was... f**k! Do you always ride like this or you just wanted to test if we're immortal?" I laugh so hard that my stomach hurts and my eyes tear up.

"f*****g lunatic!" He curses while I laugh louder.

"Hubby, I ride since I was ten. Motocross, racing, you name it I did it. I ride better than I walk, so hop on and let's go." He looks at me shocked at the first part, and at the second he shook his head vehemently, making me laugh.

"I'm not getting on that with you again. I'm not f*****g suicidal. And stop laughing."

"s**t, hubby, if I knew you'll react like this I would have taken you on a ride a long time ago. Now stop being a p***y and get on. Or you can wait for Axel, but I doubt that he'll be here anytime soon."

"Of course he wouldn't! Jesus would need time to show up at how fast you drove." And I laugh again, and he frowns at me.

"Come on, I'll be gentle." I mock playfully, and he chuckles. Well, damn, that's new.

"Fine, but if you--"

"Kill you, you'll haunt me. I know. Hop on." I put my helmet on and he does the same, then we hop on the bike and I start driving, this time slower. But just because we're in a forest with dirt roads and I don't want to f**k up my bike.

Now, if Ares taught me something, was to always look at my surroundings after we parted ways because he was paranoid that someone will follow me and hurt me, and right now that piece of advice helps a whole f*****g lot.

I see in front of us, not even twenty feet away, that the ground is bumpier, and the soil looks fresh, damp as if someone dug it recently.

A square quite big.

What can be in a square, under the ground? Not a gift from Santa, that's for f*****g sure.

I look around the forest but try not to move my head too much, and I see something moving.

Fuck, I wasn't ready for this kind of adrenaline.

Shit, my heart is currently deafening me, I'm shaking, but I can't afford to lose it, we'll die if I do.

I slow down a bit, open the small compartment in front of me, glance at the weapon Ares gave to me, then at another moving camouflaged silhouette.

Now, are they law enforcement or bad guys? Yeah, the police wouldn't try to blow him up, right? s**t!

"If you have a gun, use it!" I screamed, hoping that Zion will hear me.

The f*****g bomb, -because I'm sure that is a bomb-, it's right in front of me, and I can swear that I hear Ares whispering in my ear, telling me to listen to my gut and rely on my instincts, so, after a low f**k it and God help me to get out alive from this, I take a sharp 180, press the gas hard, take the gun, gripping it so hard that my fingers hurt, then ride like I never rode before.

I saw the dirt flying from one side. A bullet shot and missed.

I look around and see a light, the lens of a sniper I would guess, but I don't have the luxury of making sure, so I point the gun and shoot without thinking. I don't know if I shot him, but no bullet came after, so I guess I did something.

I feel that Zion is holding me with only one hand, and I look behind for a second and see him holding a gun. I swear that I've never been happier to see him with a gun.

I shot left and right, I know I got at least one, but the rest I couldn't tell because I was also speeding.

I don't really know if my heart is speeding or it stopped altogether, but I've never felt so... alive.

Afraid and scared like f**k, but f*****g alive.

We got out of the forest, and I hastily put the gun in the compartment, then speed up. I speed until the bike could speed no more, I jumped over holes and bumps, and I'm sure that at least my paint job is s**t and maybe my bike is also hit, but I can't worry about that right now. Not until we're somewhere safe.

My first instinct was to go to Ares's, but I remembered that he's not home and I'm with Zion, and another shootout will start if they meet, and one in a day it's enough.

I see Axel in the distance, and I move onto his lane, forcing him to stop the car, even though the last thing I want is to stop right now.

I hear Zion yelling again, asking what the f**k I'm doing, but ignore him.

Axel presses the brakes, and I go on his side and pull the visor of the helmet up so he can hear me.

"Turn around. It's an ambush. We meet at the mansion." I pull down the visor and start riding again, pressing the gas and driving home at max speed.

"Open the gate," I command the guard, who listens without asking any questions, and park the bike in front of the house, stop the engine and get down, then go around the bike to examine the damages, but I didn't get far.

I almost f*****g faint when I see that his once immaculate white shirt is now red.

"s**t, f**k! We're going to a hospital." I want to get back up but the i***t gets down.

"Help me get inside and call the doctor."

"Zion, don't f**k with me--"

"Sam, for once, please do as I say. It's not the first or the last time I'm getting shot. Help me get off--"

"Fine, you stubborn i***t. But if you die I'll revive you and kill you myself." I snap while putting his arm over my shoulder, holding onto it, and wrapping my other hand around his waist.

"You really are something else." He chuckles, and, as I glance at him I see him clenching his jaw probably not to hiss, and hide his pain.

Fucking i***t. He's obviously in pain, but he wouldn't show it.

"Yeah, I've been told." I don't comment on his stupidity for now, at least until I know if he'll live or die.

"It's Dr. Henna?" I asked as I scroll through my phone.

"No. It's Hernandez. Here. s**t, f**k!" He cursed as he handed me the phone with his left hand, moving the side he's been shot, making me roll my eyes.

"Don't roll your eyes. I'm f*****g dying, you could at lea--"

"Have you ever seen a dead devil or a drowned duck? Yeah, me either, so stop being a drama queen." I say while waiting for the doctor to pick up, and the i***t starts laughing, this time hissing at the same time.

Fucking handsome i***t.

I f*****g hate him.

And his f****d up hair.

I take off his jacket, then his shirt, and clean his chest to see where all the blood is pouring from, and a tiny breath of relief escapes me when I see that he's been shot in the shoulder.

Fuck, he looks hot even shot.

God, I think I'm disturbed. But the sweat that rolls down his face and naked chest-- f**k, the towel gets all red again.

Every other thought vanished as I see that the bleeding just wouldn't f*****g stop, and his colors are draining together with the blood.

"Are you ok?" He asks as I clean the wound with a wet towel, then put more pressure.

To be honest, I'm more scared than in the forest. I'm shaking worse than a leaf and I can't really feel my body. My vision is blurry, but I have to be strong because he's getting worse.

He's fighting to keep his eyes open, and I push harder on the wound, but he's not complaining or hissing, and that scares the s**t out of me.

"I'm f*****g peachy. You're the shot one. Stay awake, you hear me?" I scold when he closed his eyes, then slapped him when he didn't listen.

"For f**k's sake, woman, you won't even let me die in peace?" He jokes, but it's not f*****g funny.

My eyes start burning and my heart is f*****g hurting more than it should. He cheated on me, he hurt me, he didn't give a s**t about me, but I still don't want him dead, so, God, don't take his stupid ass yet.

"I'll cut your d**k off if you fall asleep. I swear to God I will." He chuckles so faintly that I had to look away so he wouldn't see my tears.

I can't show him that I care even if he dies. I won't be weak ever again.

"Than I better... not die. I want my dick... buried with me." He barely talks, and fuck...

"Idiot."