„Come on, Lexi! Just these two!" Avery whined, shoving two shot glasses into my face. I gave her a stern look, already having declined for three times but she was relentlessly in her tries.
"Lexi." Ivy came from behind, slinging her arm over my shoulder. "You made second place this week. You simply have to drink two shots. It´s tradition!" Rolling my eyes at their obnoxious behavior I looked across the room, meeting Dante´s amused gaze. He was watching me, not paying attention to his friend who was talking to him, occasionally sipping on his beer. The first few buttons of his shirt undone you could just see the outline of his hard chest, taunting me with images of the night before and I couldn't wait to repeat that specific experience.
After leaving the training room he had taken me to his flat, continuing where we´d stopped inside the shower before falling into bed, dreamless sleep overtaking me immediately wrapped in his arms.
I only threw him an exasperated look. Sighing deeply, I picked up the glass downing the two in rapid succession. Grimacing at the burn I gestured for the bartender to hand me a beer, knowing they all would leave me be as long as I had a drink in my hand.
Ivy and Avery cheered loudly, throwing their arms into the air as they danced around looking a lot like little monkeys, the shots they downed already taking effect.
It was one of those stupid dauntless traditions that we had to drink the number of shots that we had achieved in rankings and that every single week.
They had been announced today and after two weeks of initiation, I made second place, not having lost any fights while simultaneously being a good shooter and great climber. Only Marc had been better, his opponents more skilled and therefore harder to defeat.
Not that I cared, it was still the beginning and I would get him somehow.
Ivy made fifth, Avery eighth and Owen came in right behind me.
Why everyone made such a huge fuss about the rankings so early in initiation I had no idea, but everyone had insisted we´d go celebrating.
Even my lovely instructor.
So here I was, wearing a too tight dress and too high heels not even wanting to get drunk since then Dante would refuse to touch later.
And I had plans.
Nude plans.
Putting them to action, I grabbed the wrists of both giggling girls dragging them onto the stuffed dancefloor, where I let go. Starting to sway my hips to the beat I turned my head, once again catching Dante´s gaze, his eyes visibly darker as he tightly gripped the neck of his bottle.
Laughing at his expression, I faced Avery who was crouched down, not worried about flashing the guys around her as she started to twerk. Or at least that´s what she tried to do.
Shaking my head at her terrible dance skills, I lifted my hair up, reveling in the feeling of air meeting my overheated skin as I moved to the beat. Letting the strands flow through my fingers I closed my eyes, losing myself in the music.
That was until two rough hands sneaked around my waist, pulling my back into a broad chest. Opening my eyes my gaze was instantly drawn to brown ones that didn't look overly happy.
Biting my lip, I thought about teasing him a little but I took mercy on his poor soul, trying to suppress my grin as I skillfully wormed my way out of the arms of a strange dauntless, throwing him a little wink before disappearing into the crowd.
In less than a minute I had wormed my way through the throngs of dauntless and was outside the club, taking a deep breath of the fresh cool air as I slowly walked towards the entrance of a hallway, my hand trailing over the cold stone. It was dark, only the solar-powered lamps illuminating my way, my heels clacking loudly on the floor.
Not hearing the hurried steps following me, the hard body that collided with mine before I was pushed up against the wall startled me even though I had anticipated it.
Longed for it.
Running my hands through his hair I smirked at Dante, wrapping my legs around his waist.
"You´re such a little tease."
Tilting my head, I quickly pressed my lips to his before pulling back again, proving him right. Groaning, Dante followed my movements, his lips glued to mine but he stopped short, his gaze drilling into mine.
"How many drinks have you had?"
Rolling my eyes in a playful manner I pressed two fingers into his cheek while scrunching up my face, pulling a grimace at him. The shots I took unwillingly may have loosened me up a little but I had no problem with his touch. Sober or not, I always craved it.
Dante raised one eyebrow, contemplating if I really wasn´t drunk.
Swiftly capturing my hand, he led it to his mouth nibbling on the tip of my finger. The gentle movement sent tingles right into my core and I moaned, pressing harder against him, my lace panties creating delicious friction against his black jeans.
In return Dante tightened his grip on my thigh, his fingers digging into my flesh as he pushed me higher up the wall, our breathing speeding up.
What is was about this position I had no idea, but like he did last night it didn't take Dante long to free his shaft and thrust into me, my underwear merely pushed aside his pants still sitting on the curve of his waist as he united us once again.
Moaning in delight, I pulled his mouth towards mine kissing him passionately, his tongue worming its way between my lips as Dante stilled, waiting for me to adjust to his length.
Only when I started to suck his tongue into my mouth did he move, his hips gyrating in circles as he pushed deeper until he bottomed out and I thought I couldn't stand it anymore. Clenching my knees around his waist I tried to push myself up and away from him, eliciting a throaty groan while my dress rode up all the way to my hips.
After only a few times repeating the movement that created so much friction inside me, I felt the burn in my thighs, not used to the strenuous position I was in. So, I urged him on, my knees shaking with the exertion as Dante only laughed at me, his breathless chuckles swallowed by my greedy mouth.
And then, he finally started moving, the same way as the day before. Slowly at first but gradually speeding up until each hard thrust pushed me up further before he pulled me down again, each and every shove heightening the sensations that surged through me until I was clinging to his back, my fingernails digging into his skin.
As Dante started hitting that special spot inside me only he seemed to find I tilted my head back moaning in delight, not able to stifle the noises that left my throat. My exposed neck gave him the perfect opportunity to launch back onto the hickey he´d left, the sucking sensation on the sensible skin almost painful.
Letting myself fall forward I embraced him, threading my fingers into his hair to pull him closer. Dante´s face was buried in my neck, his ragged breath loud in my ear as my lips closed around his earlobe, my teeth grazing it not-so-gently.
His bucking hips beneath me caused me to spiral out of control, the loud moan resonating through the empty hallway as I was shattered once again with the smallest of his movements. Thrusting again once, twice Dante came but I quickly stifled the noises he made with my mouth, swallowing his moans as I heard steps coming our way.
We both froze in our compromising position, my head laying against his chest. My hair acted as a curtain, luckily hiding my glowing face as Dante frantically tried to pull my dress back down to at least maintain a fraction of my dignity.
The voices grew louder and when the clearly intoxicated members coming down the hallway spotted us, my legs still slung around his waist, they started laughing.
"Yo man, why don´t ya two lovelies get a room!" One of them shouted while the other´s hollered in agreement, congratulating Dante that he´d been able to get it on in a hallway. I only shook my head against his chest, embarrassed that we´d been caught while still being thankful it had been no one we knew.
That wouldn't go over well with dad…
Dante waited until they were gone before raising my chin with his finger. Brushing the hair out of my face he beamed at me with a mischievous expression before he captured my lips in a passionate kiss.
Breathless he pulled back, still grinning like a Cheshire cat.
"I just love fucking you against walls."
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It was Wednesday and we had the afternoon off, Dante and Theo being both needed in some sort of meeting to talk about the progress we made and what they could improve.
But I was glad.
My fight the day before hadn´t been easy, Alex being a skilled opponent who had the speed as well as the force to land quick, powerful punches in rapid succession wherever he wanted to.
And man, did I feel those.
My whole left side was a mixture of purple and yellow, where three of his combo punches had hit me full force the second I got distracted by Kitty walking up to Dante.
She had shamelessly flirted with him, twirling the hair around her finger like the little slut she was.
But in the end, even after the distraction, I had been able to subdue Alex by placing a high kick right to his temple, knocking him unconscious immediately, shooting Dante a dirty look as I walked down the mats.
The little shithead didn't even have the decency to hide his grin, my display of jealousy obviously amusing him profoundly.
I would have hit him right then and there but firstly I didn't want to draw too much attention to the both of us and secondly, my ribs were killing me.
Even today after a dose of healing serum I had snitched from dad´s secret stash, not in the mood to deal with the infirmary staff and their pointless questions it hurt breathing.
I was just leisurely walking through the pit towards Dante´s flat after spending my free afternoon in an alcove close to the chasm reveling in the solitude it offered while doodling around in my notebook.
The alone time I enjoined, that had been denied to me over the course of the first initiation weeks had lifted my spirits and now that I was meeting Dante at his´ to watch a movie, there almost was a skip in my step, my lips nearly curled up into an annoying smile.
If it was his sheer presence or the amount of orgasms I had since last Friday I had no idea but I felt something I hadn't in a long time.
Something I was almost tempted to call happiness.
Lost in my thoughts, I came to an abrupt halt when I heard someone call my name. Turning my head I was faced by an alarmed looking Tris that had Sam in her arms, hurrying towards me. Taking a few hesitant steps forwards, I almost didn't want to know what had her so flustered.
"Thank god, Lexi that I found you! I have to go to the control room. It´s kind of an emergency." She handed me an overly joyous Sam along with an overnight bag, before turning to hurry away. But I grabbed her arm, pulling her back.
Seeing my inquiring expression, Tris sighed, turning towards me so no one else would be able to hear her. "They think they finally found a lead."
My eyes widened as I stared at her. The factionless that had abducted me and Sam had disappeared from the face of the earth after, not leaving one single trace behind in the four years the whole city was searching for them.
If the guys from the control room really found something it must be big.
Tris threw me a meaningful look before bending down, pressing a kiss to little Sam´s head and mine she hurried away leaving me with a date and a toddler.
Oh well, Dante could go one night without getting laid.
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Knocking on the door while simultaneously holding up a child that didn't want to be up and handling a heavy bag wasn't easy at all, but I managed without dropping either of them. With difficulties, but I managed.
Luckily it didn't take Dante long to open the door.
Unluckily he was as good as naked.
Staring at him with wide eyes I quickly covered Sam´s with my hand while he hastily pulled the towel back up that had slipped dangerously low, already exposing most of his pelvis. Dante held the door open with one hand while securing the towel with his other and I just shot him a dirty look.
Brushing past him, I hurried inside the flat not wanting anyone to see me standing in front of my instructors flat while he was naked.
It could give them the wrong expression.
Or worse, the right one.
"One minute. I´m just going to get… ahm… dressed." Dante pointed at his towel, before practically running into his bedroom, his cheeks turning into an adorable shade of pink.
Sniggering at his humiliation I set Sam down on the couch, starting the TV. Rummaging through the bag while nodding along to everything my little ankle biter said, I soon found what I was searching for.
Pulling out the DVD-case I held it victoriously into the air just in time with Dante coming out of the bedroom.
Seeing it, he let out a deep groan. "We´re not watching a princess movie, are we?!"
"No, stupid!" Sam chirped up from the couch, frowning at him. "We´re watching the King."
I bit my lip to refrain myself from laughing out loud at Dante´s shocked expression because he had just been insulted by a little girl. Shaking my head incredulous, I tried to look stern towards Sam, who started pouting at me.
Watching her for a few seconds I simply turned, walking towards the kitchen where Dante was standing against the island, wearing sweatpants and a loose shirt, I leaned against him.
Slinging an arm around my waist in return, Dante sighed before bending down, giving me a quick kiss.
I didn't want Sam to witness this, simply because I knew exactly how much she liked to talk so I drew back soon, shooting him an apologetic look.
"You could have at least told me you were bringing someone."
Shrugging my shoulders at him I grabbed the popcorn, stuffing it into the microwave that I tried to figure out. Waiting for it to finish I turned back to find a tired-looking Dante and I urged him to tell me what was wrong.
"Nothing." He assured me with a small smile, grabbing my hand he played with my fingers. "Just long ass boring meetings and now I´m going to unwind with a child's movie." Seeing my raised eyebrow, he laughed, pulling me into his arms. "As long as you´re here I´m fine with whatever we do. But a little stress relief would have been great if you know what I mean."
Dante winked at me, letting me know he was joking but it was already too late. If he wanted that kind of fun he could have it.
Grabbing his already half-hard length through his pants, I slowly started massaging him, moving my hand up and down while applying pressure.
He froze in shock not having expected it, mouth hanging open as he let out a low, throaty groan pressing further into my hand. Biting my lip, I watched him, not being able to prevent the smirk that was creeping onto my face at seeing him in such bliss.
Always being cautious Sam wasn't seeing any of us getting handsy, I continued until the microwaved beeped, signaling the popcorn was done.
Pressing a kiss to the point where his jaw met his neck, I let go of Dante before I walked over to the sink where I quickly washed my hands. Grabbing the popcorn, I hurried over to the couch, flogging down beside Sam.
Dante stayed back in the kitchen, still too dazed by his pleasure to realize what I had done. But when he did and his face fell, his expression more than just incredulous I couldn't hold the laugh any longer that was bubbling up in my chest.
Falling back onto the couch I clutched my stomach that started to hurt from laughing so hard while trying to hold back my tears. I silently shock for several moments, gasping for breath. Little hands started to touch my face and Sam leaned over me, obviously checking for any injuries.
Not finding anything, she only shrugged her shoulders looking up at Dante.
"I think she´s broken." Sam told him dryly before turning back to the TV. "Are you coming? I wanna watch The King."
Her words send me into another fit of laughter, knowing full well he wouldn't be able to go anywhere soon. He was in a hard place.
Literally
"Yeah… just give me a minute!" Dante called over his back, shortly before I heard him opening the tap. When the water started flowing, I shot up watching closely how he was seemingly busy doing something inside the sink.
Biting my lip, I now felt somehow bad he had to resort quenching his arousal with cold water but he really had it coming.
I mentally made a note to tell him to clean his sink.
Looking over his shoulder, Dante saw me watching him and shot me his dirtiest look, turning off the water and wiping his hands on the kitchen towel. Grabbing something to drink and other snacks he soon came over, joining us on the couch.
Smiling at Sam, Dante crouched down in front of her. "My name is Dante and what is yours?"
Suddenly becoming shy, which wasn't anything like her Sam snuggled into my side, eying him an apprehensively. "I´m Sam."
"Ah, so you´re Sam." Nodding, Dante scrutinized her closely. "I have heard so much about you. Lexi here simply can´t stop talking about you."
"Lexi´s talking to you?" Sam pouted, looking up at me with big eyes. "She never talks to me."
Glaring at Dante, I gestured for him to fix it. I didn't ever want Sam to think that I wouldn't talk to her. That would kill me.
"Not with her words, little Sammy." Dante smiled before taking a seat on the couch to my other side, leaning forwards to see her. "But I still know that you mean a lot to her. Do you know how I do that?"
Returning Dante´s expectant look with a hesitant one Sam shook her head. "No."
"It´s because I see the way she looks at you, I know what she feels. And just from looking at her I know she loves you very much, right Lexi?"
Turning my head towards Dante, I observed him for a few seconds trying to swallow the lump in my throat. Caressing Sam´s head, I nodded my agreement, smiling at her.
Content with what Dante had told her, Sam tucked her legs in, leaning against me as she expectantly turned towards the TV.
Mirroring her position, I snuggled up against Dante who had one arm slung over my shoulders, the other one holding the remote.
Running his nose along my head, he pressed a kiss to my hair as he started the movie, before letting go of the remote and grabbing my hand. Sighing in content I pressed my lips against Dante´s shoulder blade, the hand whose fingers weren´t intertwined with his resting on Sam´s head, fingers tangled in her hair.
Soon the movie started and as all the animals gathered to honor the king of the lions I knew this was where I wanted to be.
Where I needed to be.
I had finally found my place.
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We were lying in bed completely spent from our strenuous activity and still very much naked. Tris had come an hour after the movie ended to collect Sam, only asking me who the hell I thought would delete the footage of me coming here when she saw my shocked expression. Dante started laughing at that, but I´m sure he wouldn't be so amused when the leaders a.k.a. the men of my family found out.
Luckily Sam promised to keep this little meeting under wraps or `our little secret´ like Dante called it before he bid her farewell.
Closing the door behind them he didn't waste a second in scooping me up and carrying me into his bedroom where he showed me and I quote "What happens when you wake up the beast".
Now he was lying by my side, propped up on his elbow as he watched me and even though I had my eyes closed I could feel his gaze on my skin. Turning my head, I faced him, opening my eyes just to meet his indecipherable gaze.
Dante only smiled when I raised one eyebrow, tugging the sheet away from my hip he ran his fingers over the ink that adorned the skin right over my left hipbone.
"I haven't seen this one before but after meeting her I understand why you wanted her name tattooed on you."
His thumb caressed the letters, the cursive writing of Sam´s name and I only smiled at him, too tired as to try to explain that she wasn't the only reason I had chosen this specific tattoo. Instead, I turned towards him, slinging my leg over his and laying my head on his shoulder I snuggled deeper into his embrace.
When Dante pulled me closer in return I sighed in content, pressing my nose against his pecks while he started to play with my hair.
"Sleep now, Lexi."
I only managed to nod weakly as sleep started to overtake me, the words he spoke next getting lost as my mind drifted to places far away, knowing he would keep me safe.
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Our instructors had all the initiates gathered in the pit where they handed out the required gear we would need for the patrol we had to join.
Dad was standing in front, hands clasped behind his back as his voice echoed through the stone, his instructions clear and demanding as always.
We were to split up into three groups of eight to support the patrol groups in raiding different warehouses where there had been increased sightings of factionless and right now dad was briefing us about the safety aspects we were to follow.
How we always had to stay close to one member, never walking off on our owns and clear every room to prevent an ambush.
Basic stuff like that.
Instead of listening to him I turned towards Avery who was talking feverishly, furrowing my brow when she stopped speaking like a dear in headlights. I swayed my gaze between her and Ivy wanting to know why they suddenly got quiet after talking so animatedly.
"Ivy got laid last night." Avery burst out, quickly covering her mouth the moment she realized what she just said.
"Avery!" Ivy hissed, swatting her arm as she turned towards me. Deeply confused I watched them, signaling that I wasn't really shocked by her admission. Dauntless wasn't known for its chastity and I wasn't one to judge, especially since I got laid almost every single day last week.
And that by my instructor.
Rolling my eyes at them in a playful manner, I lined up behind Owen who seemed to just ignore them, their antics and their drama, so I did the same.
It took the line painfully long to move forward and when I finally received my vest and the long firearm, the only thing I wanted is to finally move out.
Theo started reading the names and the respective numbers of the squat we would join, mine being second. Following Ivy, I made my way towards the group I was assigned to when someone grabbed my arm, holding me back.
Throwing Dante a confused look I signaled him that I had to go but he shook his head, telling me no.
"You´re not going with them. They´re all idiots."
I only raised one eyebrow in semi-amusement, trying to get to where I was supposed to go but Dante steered me away, instead telling one of the transfers to take my place. I don't know if I was annoyed, amused or touched by his protectiveness, maybe all three.
But most of all I was relieved that we finally got going.
Following my instructor or more like being manhandled by him, I joined the third group. We would check out a building near candor that was known to have housed factionless before, so there was a slight chance of finding something. We all got ushered towards the garages where the trucks were already waiting for us, ready to head out.
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The ride was bumpy and uncomfortable, being squeezed together between so many people and when we finally came to a halt I all but jumped out, pushing through the people to get them to stop touching me.
It was insanely cramped with all the equipment we carried and the first thing I did was stretching my aching thighs from sitting like that for over 45 minutes.
We had stopped in front of a large brick building and I squinted my eyes. Positioning the gun that had hung over my shoulder, I had a strange feeling of familiarity as I took the shattered, but with cardboard covered windows of the warehouse in.
But since there were so many buildings similar to this in the whole damn city I just shook it off, turning back towards my squat where the highest-ranking patrol officer once again briefed the roughly twenty-five of us.
"Alright, no solo-runs, no goofing around and if I find one of you playing with the gun I´m going to show you what it feels like being shot. Understood?"
When everyone murmured in agreement the strict looking soldier nodded once, signaling us all to get into position. I lined up right behind Dante, pressing myself against the wall like everyone else.
On the count of three, one of the experienced patrol officers kicked the heavy steel door open and we flowed into the building like the special forces in the old action movies used to, always watching for danger.
While four members stayed back to guard the entrance the rest of us split up into two groups, the larger one searching through the ground floor while I followed Dante and several others down into the basement.
The visible rusty pipes and the concrete floor caused a strange feeling of foreboding to bubble inside my chest, my heart rate only increasing when I spotted the familiar steel doors all along the dimly lit hallway.
This had to be a joke.
Tightening the grip on my gun I walked forwards watching how they opened each door, aiming for every possible target inside as they did so. They proceeded like that and we advanced until I exactly knew where we were.
Dante gestured for me to follow him, to concentrated on the task at hand to notice the way my breathing speed up as my throat tightened with every step I took or how the gun threatened to slide out of my sweaty hands.
With reluctant steps, I walked behind him trying to control my breathing and I managed until we reached that one door I didn't want him to open. But he did.
Pushing the handle down, Dante stemmed his shoulder into the steel door that seemed to be stuck, finally managing to open it after several attempts. Pointing his gun inside he cleared the room, where still the rag lay, I used to cover myself with every night until my father finally found me.
I quietly stumbled backward with weak knees, until my back touched the opposite wall and I whipped my head around. Starring down the corridor I squinted my eyes, my heart skipping a beat as I thought to see something move in the darkness, not sure if there really had been any movement or if my mind was fucking with me.
Feeling the pull in my chest I took a hesitant step forward, then another and another until I was almost running down the hallway.
I heard someone call my name, most likely Dante but I paid him no mind as I darted around corners, the exact route burned into my memory like their mark had been burned into my back, my gun hanging forgotten over my shoulders.
Not slowing down for a second I burst through another door, my breathing ragged as I abruptly stopped shirt in the middle of the room. Swiveling around I clenched my fists, almost seeing the man surrounding me in this very same room, that was now completely empty.
Or so I thought.
From the corner of my eye, I saw something shiny, reflecting the dimmed light that shone inside from the hallway. I could hear shouts coming closer, footsteps thundering through the abandoned basement but I blocked them out, walking forward as if in trance until I was right in front of it.
Crouching down I picked the shiny object up, all air leaving my body when I realized what it was.
Not even looking up when someone stormed into the room I stayed in my position on the floor, slowly turning the coin in my hand.
Seeing the symbol of the eagle engraved into the shiny metal I was instantly thrown back to the day I found it in one of the erudite archives and dad told me to take it with me even though it had been a rare found, being a coin from before the war. How it was my present for Sam on his seventh birthday or that he always carried it with, claiming it was his lucky charm.
I almost smiled at the memory.
That was until I realized there had been no speck of dust on it.
No spot of rust.
Even though this room was full of debris, wet and cold the coin looked as if it had been polished only recently.
And suddenly I could feel their presence all around me, how they leered at us, at me while we were at their mercy, the way their voices rang through the room while we withered in pain once again being tortured.
One of them had been here.
"Lexi! What the fuck are you doing here?!" Still frozen by the terror I felt, I wasn't able to turn and face Ben who was coming to a halt in front of me, breathing harshly because he had run after me. "You weren´t supposed to be here for a reason!"
Two gently hands gripped me beneath my arms, heaving me up again and I felt Dante pulling my stiff form against his warm one. "I had no idea, Lexi. I´m sorry."
His words were quiet, spoken directly into my ear so Ben who watched me furious and concerned at the same time wouldn't hear it.
"Get her the fuck out of here!" Ben´s voice was hard, his eyes fire blazing as he took my obvious disheveled state in. The way my breathing was ragged as my mind was still trying to fight the terror that threatened to overtake my whole body.
I didn't even fully comprehend the way Dante carried me out of the room, I just closed my eyes hoping for it to be just another nightmare.
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"Are you feeling better, Lex?"
I was leaning against the brick wall a few feet away from the trucks, head tilted back as I tried to compose myself. Dante was pacing around with a deeply regretful expression while his hair was sticking out in every direction, his hands running through it constantly. Giving him a weak smile, I extended my hand and he complied to my quiet request immediately, taking it before stepping closer to me.
After downing a whole bottle of water and being in the fresh air my mind was clearer and I was finally able to think again, already feeling ashamed of my open display of weakness.
Surprisingly it bothered me less that Dante had seen me like that, than the other dauntless who all watched him carry me out.
Wrapping my arms around his neck, I pulled Dante closer, his sheer presence being able to calm me down again. My lips met his in a soft kiss that had nothing sexual about it, but it reassured me what I already knew.
That he was always there for me.
Caressing the side of his face, the stubble feeling deliciously beneath my fingertips I looked deeply into his eyes, opening my mouth.
But for the second time this day I saw something sparkle from the corner of my eye, reflecting the sunlight and I reacted instantly, pushing Dante to the ground before ducking away myself.
Just in time for the gunshot that rang through the air, colliding with the wall where not even a second ago both of our heads had been.
Rolling away and out of the line of fire, I grabbed one of the guns lying on the ground, trying to dodge the bullets that flew around me while I took aim.
Pulling the trigger, I had never been happier to have a semi-automatic weapon that didn't need manual reloading as I fired at least ten times, shattering the windows, where I was sure the shooter had been. But soon my clip was empty and I turned around, frantically searching for Dante.
He was lying on the ground, clutching his leg and not trying to get up. Hurrying over to him, I pulled him behind a container, just in case someone else was taking aim.
Dante cursed loudly, the movements obviously hurting him and I felt my heart sink when I realized his hands were bloody.
Swatting them away, I feverishly searched for the source of bleeding praying it wasn't some place vital but he captured my wrists with one hand, forcing me to look into his eyes while raising my head with the other.
"Calm down, Lexi. The asshole just grazed my leg, it´s nothing."
Letting out a breath in relief I slumped against the container, calming my racing heart as the tension left my body.
He was okay.
But the relief was short-lived, the rage that let my whole being burn up in anger wasn't anything I could subdue.
Gritting my jaw, I scrambled up, snatching the second gun. Ignoring Dante´s shouts for me to come back I stormed back into the alleyway emptying the second magazine aiming at the windows, before throwing the firearm away, gripping the gutter.
Pulling myself up, I climbed as fast as I could, being all too aware that I was out in the open, an easy target as long as I wasn´t inside the building. Seeing movement from the corner of my eye I raised my head, looking right into the face of one of the men I hated with all my heart, one that plagued my reoccurring nightmares.
The factionless that injected Sam with the death serum.
The slender, but still muscular man that was known for his cunningness smirked down at me and in that moment, I knew it.
They were toying with me.
And I was going to kill them all.
Slowly and painfully.
He drew his head back into the room and it took me a few seconds but then I was there, swinging myself through the shattered window right where he had disappeared to.
But he was already gone.
Blinded by all-consuming rage I drew the handgun that was strapped to my hip, storming through the threshold that lacked the door into the hallway and after the sound of his retreating steps. Running around corners and through countless rooms that were parched with parcels I wasn't prepared for the blow I took when I stormed out of another abandoned office room into another hallway.
I didn't know what it was that hit my head, but pain burst hot like iron behind my temples and I fell backward, everything going black.
I was out before I hit the floor.
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I know.. I know… You hate me.. :D I´m really sorry but it´s necessary for the development of Lexi´s story… I will try to not leave you with a cliffhanger too long but I have a few things to do. Still, Lexi is always calling for me :D
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