The Purest of the Breed (The Community) by Tracy Tappan Read Free Book Online

or two when—”
    Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba . The distinct report of an automatic weapon sent them all diving for the floor. It was coming from her kidnapper, Mürk, seated on the edge of the winking Civic’s passenger-side window.
    “Shiiiiit!” Dev yelled as the hailstorm of bullets riddled the van with holes.
    Marissa flung her arms over her head, cringing against the battering metallic sound of a thousand Budweiser cans being crushed against a giant’s forehead. Steely fragments rained down like ticker-tape confetti. “Jesus God!” She peered out from under her arms through the dust and debris at Dev. “Please tell me you have more men coming to help.”
    “Now, what fun would that be?”
    “Dammit to fuck!” Gábor snarled. He was glaring down at the smoking toe of his right boot. “My favorite pair.” He moved to kneel in the middle of the van, weapon raised in perfect plastic army man formation. “Buncha cheese weasels!” He started shooting like a lunatic.
    One, two, three small geysers of blood spurted up from Mürk’s shoulder—white again?—sending him tipping precariously to one side.
    The one-eyed Civic’s windshield split from clear glass into crackled, then the car screeched sideways into a skid, running off the road. Blam ! Gábor switched aim and shot out the green Taurus’s front tires. The Taurus pitched nose-first into a handstand, spun an almost graceful pirouette on one corner of its bumper, then not-so-gracefully smashed onto its back in a shock of thunder, windows blowing out. Two hubcaps wobbled off down the road on their merry way.
    “I need another clip!” Gábor bawled at Thomal.
    “Get the hell out of here!” Dev yelled at Sedge.
    Sedge cranked on the steering wheel. Tires squealed.
    With a grunt, Gábor rocked over onto his shoulder, while Dev was sent flying across the van. He landed smack on top of Marissa, tumbling her to the floor, his hips planting right between her legs in an explicit parody of missionary-position sex.
    “Oh, my God,” she gasped out.
    Dev groaned deep in his chest, his face coming to rest against her throat.
    It sounded like he was in pain. “Are you all right? Did you get hurt?”
    He moaned again. “You smell…so good.”
    Huh ?
    His mouth brushed her throat as he drew a large, chest-expanding breath. He shuddered.
    Her lips parted, a shiver coiling up her spine. It was…the strangest way she’d ever been smelled, never before so completely, so deeply, as if this man could crawl inside her and smell the most intimate parts of her. And, even in the middle of this tornado, it was sexy as hell.
    “I can’t get around this car!” Sedge warned as their vehicle slowed. “Watch out for—!”
    The sound of multiple pairs of boots hitting the metal floor of the van echoed out. The other women shrieked, and Gábor and Thomal shouted. Suddenly, there was a shadowy tangle of men fighting in the middle of the van.
    Marissa flapped her hands at Dev’s back. “You need to get off!”
    More of his weight settled on top of her. Was he…snuggling? “Don’t want to,” he murmured.
    She angled her face to give him a confounded look, but could only catch sight of the masculine curl of his ear. Another bad guy leapt into the van. She drew a loud breath, every muscle in her body tensing. Him !
    The other women’s cries grew more hysterical. That got Dev’s attention.
    He hopped off Marissa, rounding on Videön just as that hideous man cranked back a steely arm and punched Dev brutally in the face. The blow hurled Dev from the back of the van all the way into what was left of the passenger-side seat. The forceful momentum of Dev’s heavy body snapped the seat in two, then smashed him into the front windshield, the glass splintering into a dozen spider web arms against his back.
    “Jesus!” Sedge yelled. “Dev!”
    The windshield broke apart and dumped a pile of chunky glass on top of Dev and into Sedge’s lap.
    Eyes flashing red, Videön turned on Marissa,