Sins Of The Hunted

Breaking

The alley’s cold, the neon sign buzzing above like a dying heartbeat, and Danny’s got me pinned against the wall, his thigh pressed hard between my legs, his body a f*****g shield. My p***y’s throbbing, my dress torn and sticking to my skin, but the goons’ footsteps crunch closer, their shadows stretching long. Luca’s blood is still on my hands, his goofy laugh tearing through my head, and I’m shaking—half from fear, half from Danny’s heat, his leather-and-sweat scent driving me wild. I’m a mess, grief and want crashing together, but I’m not going down without a fight.

“Move, Isabella!” Danny hisses, his gun up, his eyes scanning the alley. His hand’s on my waist, rough, steady, and I’m tingling everywhere, hating how my body’s screaming for him when we’re seconds from a bullet. The goons are close, their boots loud, and my heart’s slamming, but I’m still pissed, still raw from Luca, from Marco’s frame job.

“I said I can handle myself,” I snap, my voice shaky, shoving at his chest, but he doesn’t budge, his thigh pressing harder, making me wetter. f**k, I’m screwed up, wanting him when death’s breathing down my neck.

“You almost got us killed back there,” he growls, his lips close, his breath hot on my cheek. “Running to that bar, drowning your s**t—you’re not handling anything.” His words cut, and I flinch, Luca’s death hitting like a fresh wound. I went to that bar to numb the pain, not to be stupid, but he’s right—I f****d up.

Before I can fire back, a gunshot cracks, the wall beside us spitting brick dust. Danny moves like lightning, shoving me to the ground, his body covering mine as he fires back, two quick shots. A goon drops, groaning, but the other’s still coming, his gun glinting. Danny yanks me up, dragging me behind a dumpster, his arm around my waist, his heart pounding against my back. My pulse is racing, my body buzzing, and I’m cursing myself for feeling this heat when we’re running for our lives.

“Stay down,” he whispers, his lips brushing my ear, and f**k, I’m shaking, my p***y aching, my grief and desire a tangled mess. The goon’s footsteps stop, and Danny fires again, the second guy hitting the ground with a thud. Silence falls, heavy, broken only by my ragged breathing and the buzz of the neon sign.

Danny pulls me up, his grip bruising, his eyes blazing. “You good?” he asks, his voice low, checking me for wounds. His hands roam my arms, my sides, and I’m burning, my n*****s hard under my dress, my body screaming for more.

“I’m fine,” I snap, yanking free, my sass kicking in to hide the shakes. “Thanks for the save, Kane, but I didn’t ask for it.” My voice is sharp, but my eyes are wet, Luca’s face flashing—his wink, his dumb jokes—and I’m crumbling inside, the whiskey from the bar not enough to dull this pain.

We’re back at the safehouse, the cabin’s dim light flickering, the air thick with dust and tension. Danny bolts the door, his gun still out, his jaw tight. I’m pacing, my bare feet slapping the creaky floor, my dress a torn mess, my hands still crusted with Luca’s blood. I want to scream, to cry, to burn this whole f*****g world down for taking my brother.

“You gonna keep pulling stunts like that?” Danny says, his voice low, stepping close, his body filling the room. “Running off, getting us tailed? Marco’s not playing, Isabella.” His eyes are hard, but there’s something else—worry, maybe, and it hits me like a punch.

“I wasn’t trying to get us killed,” I yell, my voice cracking, tears spilling. “Luca’s gone, Danny! My brother, my f*****g family—he’s dead because of me, because I took that stupid USB!” I’m shaking, my hands clenched, the grief pouring out, raw and ugly. “I went to that bar to breathe, to stop feeling this… this hole in my chest. I’m not stupid, I’m just—” My voice breaks, and I’m sobbing, my knees buckling.

Danny’s there, catching me, his arms strong, pulling me against his chest. His heart’s pounding, his scent grounding me, and I’m clinging to him, my tears soaking his jacket. “It’s not your fault,” he says, his voice softer, rough but real. “Luca knew the risks. He wanted you safe.” His hand’s on my back, steady, and I’m falling apart, my sass gone, just a raw, broken girl for once.

I pull back, my eyes wet, my breath shaky. “Don’t act like you care, Kane,” I say, my voice weak but sharp, trying to claw back control. “You’re just here ’cause you owe him.” My hands are on his chest, feeling his heat, and f**k, I’m tingling again, my body waking up despite the tears.

He doesn’t let go, his eyes locking on mine, intense, like he’s seeing all of me. “I’m here ’cause you’re in deep s**t,” he says, his hand sliding to my waist, his fingers grazing my skin through the torn dress. “And yeah, I owed Luca, but I’m not letting you die.” His touch is fire, and I’m burning, my p***y throbbing, my grief and want colliding.

I’m about to snap back, to push him, when a bullet shatters the window, glass spraying like rain. Danny throws me to the floor, his body covering mine, his gun out fast. “f**k!” he curses, peering over the couch, his arm pinning me down. My heart’s racing, my body pressed tight against his, and I’m shaking, fear and heat mixing, my breath fast.

“Sniper,” he mutters, his lips close, his thigh between mine again, and I’m wet, so f*****g wet, hating myself for it. Another shot cracks, wood splintering, and Danny’s moving, pulling me toward the back door. “We’re blown,” he says, his voice urgent. “Move, now!”

I scrambled out Danny’s grip is tight, his body shielding me, and I’m cursing, my sass flaring despite the fear. “You better know where we’re going, Kane,” I snap, my voice raw, my heart pounding as we slip into the dark, the sniper’s shots echoing behind us.