Chapter 125. Dark Romance?

In my blind panic, my finger was halfway into squeezing the trigger, but it stiffened. 

I could not kill Colt. 

I drew my almost-numb hand back, and cracked down against his chin with the butt of my gun.

He growled, more enraged than hurt, but his hand slackened enough around my throat for oxygen to sneak into my lungs.

I pushed my knee up, aiming for his balls, but he anticipated it and leaned away from me, so my knee slammed into his inner thigh. 

The force was enough to stun him though, and I took the opportunity to run for the basement stairs, wheezing and gasping for breath. 

My lungs were on fire. 

As my feet thudded on the stairs, one of the masked men peaked in and his eyes fell behind me, “We have to leave, they...”

“Guard the door!” I heard Colt's dark voice behind me. I gasped, just before his hand grabbed my arm. 

I sank my teeth into his wrist, and he groaned, his other hand closing around my n