My Alphas' Dark Desires novel Chapter 144

Chapter 144: Gun Fire

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Chapter 144

~Valerie’s POV~

I tried to speak further, but my voice caught in my throat. My mouth was dry, my throat patched. I hissed and Dristan closed the gap quickly, holding me again.

"Valerie? What’s wrong?"

"Nothing. Let go." I swallowed, feeling his scent wash over me, soothing my pain. I tried to step back but Dristan wouldn’t let me.

His eyes locked on mine again, searching, silently asking what was wrong.

At that moment, my brain said the only thing it could mutter as I stared into his blue eyes. "My lips—my throat’s dry and—"

I didn’t know why I told him that. My thoughts were jumbled up and my... but before I could register what was happening fully, Dristan’s mouth was on mine.

It wasn’t hard or angry. It wasn’t desperate either.

It was soft, but as quickly as it came, I broke away quickly. I turned back to the bartender like nothing happened.

"I need a drink," I said lightly.

Dristan stared at me, his jaw tight but he did not say anything.

I took the glass, smiled faintly, and over-tipped the bartender with a wink. Dristan raised an eyebrow, but didn’t speak.

Then, suddenly, Dristan’s gaze sharpened."Shit," he muttered.

"What?"

"They’ve seen me." His voice dropped to a whisper. "And they’ve seen you with me."

My eyes widened. "Who?"

Dristan stepped closer, grabbing my hand. "The group I was tracking. They know my face. Now they’ve seen yours."

"So?" I asked.

"We kissed."

"I didn’t kiss you," I argued. "We almost kissed," I corrected.

"Technically my lips were on yours. And from their angle, it won’t matter. They’ll come for you."

I lifted my brows. "Incase you haven’t noticed, I can handle myself," I stated.

"Like you handled yourself during the simulation?" he snapped back. "This isn’t a debate, Valerie. You’re leaving with me. Now."

I grumbled, muttering some curses unde rmy breath as I grabbed my drink and downed it.

Dristan stared at me. "Seriously?"

But I inoed him and set the empty glass down, tapped the counter, and hissed, "Information."

The bartender leaned in. I could notice the nervousness and how cold sweat trickled down the side of his face. "Blue Willow," he whispered. "That’s where you’ll find what you’re looking for."

Before I could ask more, Dristan tugged my wrist and yanked me from the bar. "Let’s go," he said, his voice tight.

Behind us I noticed the figures moving and this time... I didn’t argue.

The night air was cold and damp when we burst out the side door of the club, my boots skidding slightly as I tried to keep up with Dristan’s long strides.

"Move!" he barked sharply with authority.

I didn’t argue. Not when I saw them—five men in dark suits, already piling into a black jeep parked across the alley. One of them looked directly at Dristan.

And then my gaze caught the nuzzle of a gun gleaming under the moonlight. My heart skipped a beat as I tried to call out to Dristan when the sound rang out.

Bang.

The gun fired.

"Run!" Dristan growled, grabbing my arm and pulling me to the side as bullets ripped through the air, hitting stone, brick and metal.

We sprinted, weaving between buildings, and dove into the thick cover of the trees just behind the alley.

"Shhh."

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