24 | How To Make An Action Scene Erotic
"Watch out!" Rafael squeaked like a girl who just discovered a pimple on her cheek.
The tyres screeched as I took a sharp turn on the edge of the road. One more inch and we would be down in the valley.
"Left!" He commanded, taking a quick glance back at the black car chasing us.
Icy air prickled my skin as I sped up in an attempt to lose them. And I did.
Or so I thought.
One more car, similar to the earlier one cut in front of us stopping right before us. The motorcycle, lurched to a breakneck halt causing Rafael to crash his helmet with mine.
"Merde!" He cursed.
We were in a narrow street whose entry and exit points were sealed by two cars each. We were trapped.
"Look at the positive side, honey! We get to live our own action scene directed by the awesome us."
"You're kidding, right? Because if you aren't, I'm gonna put a bullet through my own head."
My lover is no fun, seriously.
"Say that again!" He challanged, lightly pinching my waist.
Oh shoot!
"Did I say that out loud?"
"No. You thought that out too loud. Get off my baby! Quick!" He commanded.
"You seriously won't throw me off because I called you boring." I gaped.
I heard him grumble before feeling his hands on my waist as he literally put me down like I weigh nothing.
"You twerp!"
He slid ahead, gripping the handle. "Hop on."
I mentally threw him some nice French curses, making sure I think with a low volume this time and placed my hand over his shoulder to get on the pillion but he stopped me.
"What is it now?" I asked irritably, partly wondering why those people weren't taking any action. It was like they were waiting for our next move.
"You wanted some action." He replied, darting his eyes at the cars.
"What does that mean?"
"You've watched Knight and Day, haven't you?" He smirked devilishly.
Wicked. Just how I like him.
"Yes, babe." I returned the mischievous stare and climbed over, straddling him. I retrieved my gun from my boots and slid the other hand in his waistband rather seductively to get his gun.
"Hang tight, babygirl."
Wroom! The motorcycle roared to life once again and I stretched my arms out, firing at the two cars simultaneously.
The windshield glass of the car in front of us shattered and the bullet punctured the tyres of the one at the back. But it only made the situation worse. The opponents now had their guns out, firing at us from both the sides.
Rafael quickly turned the two wheeler in an abrupt ninety degree to the right. I instinctively wrapped my arms around his neck to keep myself from falling off.
We entered a confined space between two buildings in a lightening speed. The cars sure wouldn't fit in the narrow space.
"Get down. Quick." Rafael ordered when we were halfway through the lane.
"What?"
"We need to lose them. They're way more in number than us. There probably must be more cars out there waiting for us. Our bullets are limited as well. You see this?" He point at a metal ladder on the two storey building.
I nodded, hastily hopping off the motorcycle and beginning to climb up the ladder while he fired at the men who were now running towards us.
"I love you." Rafael said unexpectedly.
"I love you too." I replied nonetheless, continuing to climb up.
"I'm not talking to you."
Now that made me stop and gaze at him still down, caressing his motorcycle with a mournful face.
Boys and motorcycles!
"Get your ass moving or else I'll have to make that face when they kill you." I scolded.
He eyed me grumpily before giving his baby one last look. "Talking about ass," He lightly slapped my butt which was clearly on display from this position. "Nice one." He winked.
I can't with him.
Didn't he spank it enough this morning?
"Hey, whatch out!" I screamed in utter shock seeing a man aim his gun at Rafael.
This idiot kept grinning with his dirty eyes set on my ass, totally unaware of the threat.
"Rafael! You...you-"
The gunshot stopped me.
How does he do that? Rafael shot him without even looking. That's crazy.
"So I was saying," He started climbing and caught up to me within seconds. "How about we make this action scene erotic? That'd be more fun, right?" He squeezed my thigh.
"Stay quiet or I'll kick you down myself." I grunted in annoyance, hanging on one hand because my other one was busy aiming at the opponents who had started the ascened as well.
"Move." Rafael gently pushed me aside and propelled his legs over a glass window patch which splintered after his third attempt. "Quick!" He helped me climb inside and he followed soon after. We began marching our way down but we're blocked by more of them.
"Who are these people?" I mumbled mostly to myself as we engaged in a battle once again.
It was ten against two, that too after we killed three of them. We didn't even realize that we gradually reached up at the rooftop amidst the fight.
"Five of clock, Vittoria!" Raf altered.
I ducked down as in instinct saving myself a punch from the brown leather jacket guy.
"Why were you following us? Who are you?" I demanded while blocking his kick and jumping up in the air to spin back and jab my leg in his gut. The man fell down with a loud thid, groaning as his shoulder hit the cemented rooftop.
"I'm a sucker for your air kicks, senorita." He praised, shooting one man and snapping another one's neck at the same time.
Damn! He looked hot while fighting.
"Behind!" His eyes went wide in horror.
I blindly prodded my elbow behind and felt some ribs breaking by the blow. A grunt roared into my ears convey how close the attacker was to me. As a reflex, I hit him back with my forearms.
The brown jacket passed me an impressive stare, his brows raised up in awe. "No wonder Caleb was obsessed with you."
"What!" Raf and I both interjected in unison and then exchanged looks.
So this was the Invisible Army.
Honestly, I'm not surprised. It doubted them to be from the Shrouded bitch's Army or Luca's men.
"Do you know their identity?" Rafael smashed a fallen spy's face. He didn't answer. He repeated the process. He still didn't answer.
I got distracted by it and the brown jacket guy used it to his advantage. A loud yelp escaped from my lips when he roughly gripped my hair, pulling me into him. His arm clamped around my throat and I felt a cold metal press against my temple.
"No! Vittoria!" Rafael's voice came out as a quivering whisper.
"Drop your weapons." The man demanded.
No! No! No! This can't be happening.
"Okay, okay." Rafael raised his arms up cautiously, slowly bending down to drop his gun.
"Rafael, no! Don't!" I screamed.
"Shut up." Another man slapped my cheek which now burned, contrasting to the cold I was feeling.
"You're going to fucking pay for this." Rafael snarled, his eyes red with rage.
"Cute." The guy holding me remarked. "Tie him up. Boss wants him alive."
"Who is your boss?" I tried yet again. "Look we just need Camila back. We promise we won't have to do anything with the Visitant."
Panic shot up when I saw them pull Rafael's hands back, securing them in a handcuff. We're losing this.
"I'm sorry." I mouthed.
Soon, I felt the metal rings clamp against my wrists as well. The gun was still pointed at my head as they pushed us forward to the stairs.
Rafael was deceivingly quiet. I couldn't figure out what was going on in his head. One thing was sure, he was super mad. The dangerous kind of mad.
"So.." The man dragged out as we made our way to a black car. "Did you have sex with Caleb?"
Now he wants to small talk?
"I'm so going to enjoy killing you." Rafael seethed at him.
"What's your name?" I narrowed my eyes at him.
"Ben." The brown jacket guy smiled sweetly.
"So Ben," I returned his smile. "That's none of your business."
"Hey, that's rude!" Ben retorted.
"Please Ben, you must know about Camila. We're ready to negotiate." I pressed.
"How about we take you and release her? Your boyfriend does it that way, right?" He mocked Rafael.
Does he have any idea how much trouble he's inviting for himself?
Rafael simply glared at him. He was silent. That was bad. Very bad.
"Ouch! Didn't your mama teach you any manners?" I yelled as he shoved us into the huge SUV.
Rafael and I were sandwitched between two men at the backseat, the one next to me being Ben. Conveniently, there were only three left of them. So one guy, extremely young, maybe hardly twenty, sat ahead in the passenger seat.
The driver's face wasn't visible from here as he had a black hood covering his head. From the rear view mirror, I could see a few greying hair peek out from his forehead telling me he's probably middle aged. But then I saw his eyes.
It was unsettling. Those eyes were strangely familiar. I guess.
"Move, Alessandro." Ben commanded and the car began rolling.
Alessandro, no, I don't know him from anywhere. Must be a confusion.
"Psst." I shouldered Ben.
"What is it?"
"Is the Shrouded Visitant gay? Or is it a girl? Why do they want Rafael alive when you can kill him right here, right now?"
"Excuse me, Vittoria?" Rafael snapped, offended.
"What, I'm just asking." I shrugged. "By the way, am I the only one to hear the Mission Impossible theme playing in my head?"
I swear I heard Alessandro chuckle.
"Do me a favor, love and stay quiet." Rafael yelled in frustration.
"Why are you mad at me? What did I do?"
"I don't know? Messed up a winning game?" He fired back.
"I didn't ask dear Ben to point a gun at my head." I kicked his shin.
"You could've been more attentive."
"You could've shot him instead of tossing your gun away."
"So it's my mistake?" He scoffed.
"Abso-fucking-lutely!"
"You know what?" He looked at Ben. "You want her? Go take her away. If you don't deliver her back to my doorstep in two days, I'll change my name to fucking Barbie doll."
How dare he!
"Don't talk to me. Ever!" I screamed in his ears and turned my head to look at the scenery outside.
That's better than seeing his hypocrite excuse for a face.
The car full of entertained people, of course apart from me and my mean boyfriend continued rolling on the serpentine roads. Trepidation soared with every mile we progressed towards our uncertain near future.
Suddenly I felt eyes over me. It was Alessandro, intently staring at me from the mirror like he was trying hard to catch my attention.
My mind reeled once again with the familiarity. Or am I being paranoid? If only I could see his entire face. Maybe, just maybe I recognize him from somewhere.
"Vittoria." Rafael sighed, causing him to break the eye contact with me.
What was that?
"Are you really not gonna talk to me?" He pouted. Great! Just freaking great!
"Dude chill! It's hardly been two whole minutes of silence." The man seated next to him laughed.
"That's a lot for her." Ben replied almost immediately. "Caleb said she talked so much and he used to feel like keeping on listening to her. However, I beg to differ."
"You say that bastard's name one more time and I'll make sure you end up exactly like him." Rafael scowled.
"Why? What happened to that attitude, huh?" I glared at him.
"Come on, Vittoria. You know I don't mean it..." He went on with his futile convincing but my attention once again shifted to those light brown eyes in the rear view mirror.
What the hell is he up to?
It was only then did I realize the small change. Alessandro now had a ski mask on. My eyes almost split wide bit he subtly shook his head as if asking me not to react in any way.
"Babe." Rafael whined like a kid.
I currently put him on an ignore mode.
I moved my gaze to the man on the passenger seat. He had his elbow rested on the open window and was busy looking outside. Maybe that's why he didn't notice Alessandro wearing the mask.
But why?
He nodded at me discreetly. That was a signal. I didn't get what that meant but I nodded back nonetheless.
A second passed. Nothing happened.
Two seconds passed. Still nothing.
After that, the car took a harsh turn to the left, causing all of us to fall over each other from the violent jerk. Ben's gun fell off in the process.
"The fuck, Alessan-" Ben roared, but shut his mouth in horror and shock both when Alessandro shot the man next to him.
"You're not Alessandro." Ben declared.
"Amazing observation. You're a genuis." Alessandro who's isn't Alessandro anymore deadpanned.
He's helping us!
Rafael and I got back in action. He hit the man beside him with his head while I turned and kind of laid down in Rafael's lap, launching my legs at Ben. Blood splattered around as his head crashed against the glass window.
"Nice one, kid." The ski masked man praised.
"Who are you?" Rafael demanded.
His reply was one shot each at the remaining two men in the car.
"You okay, Raf?" I asked, worried.
"You were mad at him." The man reminded.
"Oops! I totally forgot about that part."
"Wha-" Rafael twisted his face but let it go. "Why are you helping us? Show us your face."
"Not us. Her." He switched his eyes to me, taking a u turn. "You just happened to tag along. I don't even like you." He rolled his eyes.
A wild thought crossed my mind. Rafael snapped his head at me, his eyes wide. He was thinking the same thing as me.
"Did..did my brothers send you?" I asked, feeling stupid after I put my thoughts into words.
He man scoffed. "No. I won't snatch that chance away from Mason. That boy lives to kill him."
"M- Mason? How do you know him?" I stuttered.
"I know everything, sweetheart." He replied, the crinkle beside his eyes conveying his smile from inside the mask.
"Shrouded Visitant?" Rafael gasped.
"Ew, no!" He shook his head.
What the fuck is happening? I'm so damn clueless.
"Are you hundred percent sure you wanna marry this person? He didn't even apologize." He asked me, sounding irritated.
"Excuse me?" Rafael snapped. "What was my fault? Why shall I apologize?"
"Listen here, you dumbass." He said in his gravelly voice. "If you're getting marrying, you gotta learn to say sorry for no mistake whatsoever. Trust me, I'm speaking from experience."
He knows we're about to marry. He knows everything. But he isn't the Visitant. I'll go cray cray!
The car lurched to a stop at a deserted bend and he asked us to get out. We had no option other than to comply.
"Here." He placed the keys to our handcuffs in the palm of my hands which were still tied behind and slid back into the car filled with three corpses, throwing Rafael one last glare.
"Thank you, whoever you are." I said genuinely.
Something flashed in his eyes. He didn't speak anything, just started at me with that unknown element in his light brown eyes. It unnerved me and soothed me at the same time.
Before I even know it, he was gone. We blankly stared at the car disappearing at the opposite bend.
"Who was he?" I whispered, muddled by what just happened.
I looked over at Rafael who still had his narrowed eyes set at the road as if deeply in thought. "Am I the only one who found him a little familiar?"
My breath stuck in my throat, finally releasing in the form of a sigh.
"No."
Vittoria: Vote and I'll tell you who the mystery man is.
Rafael: What even?! You don't know him as well.