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Chapter Four- A Common Enemy

Taking a moment to congratulate herself on the fact she escaped from a dangerous situation had allowed Autumn to become unaware of her surroundings for a moment. She was unable to recognize the set of gazes that fell onto her voluptuous silhouette and large bosoms that were accentuated beneath the fabric of her dress. Autumn even began to fluff out her dress before a set of steps blocked her from continuing upon the sidewalk that encased the entire motel. Thinking that perhaps she had been too distracted that she neglected to notice the man before her, she quickly apologized in Spanish, before the man made his presence and intentions known to her. 

“You don’t need to act as though you speak Spanish, I can understand what your body language is saying to me quite clearly…” He spoke, his eyes scanning her up and down-taking note of the gorgeous woman standing before him, while she took a mental note of this man for herself. He stood well over six feet with impressive and even borderline steroid-based muscles, and tattoos that help symbols well known to belonging to someone part of prison gangs. Knowing the man was in the system previously, she knew he was a dangerous man-unaware that this was the same man that Declan had been hiding from for the last few hours.

Meanwhile back in Autumn’s hotel room, Declan was focusing on the binds upon his wrist, knowing that he couldn’t allow his target to lose him as the organization in which he worked for depended on her case being made known to them. Due to this, Declan searched around for anything he could use to break free, having exhausted himself and slightly injured his wrist from having attempted to use his own strength to break free. Eventually, he could hear the sound of Autumn’s voice speak to the man he knew to be dangerous, and immediately felt his gallant side begin to overshadow that fact he was built to be sly and deceptive. Knowing what the man standing before her had been capable of, Declan was on a mission to free himself to keep Autumn from being this next man’s s****l victim or drug mule; as she was eye candy for a man in his profession.  

Declan was able to hear the s****l innuendos set forth by the man he had help put away in the last few years that had passed as he decided to have that Bible come in handy. Tearing his free hand to the drawer beside the bed, he began using his teeth to tear out the pages, before fashioning a wedge out of the leather corner of the holy book itself. He apologized to God, Jesus, and the holy spirit for doing such a thing, but commented how he hoped they would understand. It seemed as though this apology allowed him to do some good as the wedge pressed upon the center lock of the cuffs, releasing them in just enough time for him to have escaped his restraints. But now a new problem presented itself. If he were to exit out of the room she had just been in, the man could take her as a hostage. Although Declan knew she was highly trained, he wasn’t sure for what types of situations, and the man he knew speaking to Autumn had taken a life before-and he wasn’t shy about threatening to take another. 

Because of this, he made his way out of the door slowly, using a baseball cap left in her room along with a blanket that gave the style of having been a poncho due to his vibrant design and way he formated it around his shoulders. The man who had egged onto Autumn paid a small amount of attention to Declan, but quickly disposed of him in his view, refocusing upon Autumn. 

“Come on, little darlin, why don’t you and I take a little ride?” He asked, before already moving towards her. As she was unaware of Declan’s presence, she managed to risk her entire operation on the fact she was being hit on by a criminal thug who had made a name for himself on this side of the European border. His hand took a hold of her wrist as he forced her towards him, moving her into the direction of the parking lot. She waited to decrease her risk of causing a scene before being taken near a large semi-style truck set beneath a flickering lamp post. Making sure she had been alone, she waited for the man to open the passenger side door, in which she used the hold he had over her shoulders and kicked off the seats of the car itself and forced the man to crash back onto the car adjacent from his own. A loud grunt left his chest before Declan scurried his way around the corner, searching the rather large lot for the duo exchanging in a physical altercation. As she went to pull herself from his grip, however, the distance between the cars had not been enough to make him release her upon impact, and so she remained within his grasp. 

“You gonna play hard to get? That makes the kill that much sweeter!” He called out, giving Declan a chance to understand where she had been while she was dealing with the situation as she saw fit. Before this man, she had looked into the eyes of hundreds, if not thousands of killers during her occupation-and each time, they held either a hunger in their gaze or lifelessness; but with him, it had been pure madness. She had seen the craving he had to take a life, and how she would have just been one little blemish on his obviously long criminal record. She imagined the thought of being forced in an unmarked grave, never to be recovered-as the thought made her stomach turn. Because of this, that had been enough of a reason for her to fight for her life as she didn’t want to be a statistic. 

As the man took hold of her hair, doing so as an attempt to get enough strength behind his grasp to smash her face into the car itself, she set her other arm in front of her face to take the majority of this blow. Her hand began to feel the brunt of the pain, before she turned and saw the man break his side view mirror from his car and try to get her knocked out by using that. He was able to get in one good swing from an unseen uppercut as her eyes fell to Declan who had made his way to a nearby car-acting stealthily to try and assist in this altercation on her behalf. The feeling of the side mirror coming into contact with her face and incapacitated her for only a moment before she was able to bring her gaze back to the man who had wounded her. Fired up more than ever, she dodged his second attempt to hit her as blood began to drip down her cheek and upon her neck. She ignored the throbbing pain focused on the side of her face as she saw tunnel vision in ending this man before could bring harm to an unsuspecting tourist-a mistake as he had taken her for that. 

“Sorry, I don’t think we’re a match…” She taunted him before he began smirking at her, just as Declan made himself known. Taking hold of the man’s neck, Autumn was able to use the leverage from the door to swing around and kick the man in the stomach-knocking both him and Declan to the ground. In a normal case, she would have abandoned Declan as he was of no interest to her, but her morale that reminded her that he risked his life to save her, even after she handcuffed him to the headboard. It was because of that detail that she forced the man to roll over before helping Declan to his feet. Quickly brushing himself off, he focused on the man who had been in excruciating pain from the kick to the guttural organs. Within seconds of Declan moving to his feet, Autumn began throwing herself into the passenger side of the car as a light wind had forced a portion of her skirt to fly up, just enough for Declan to see the outline of her solid black lace underwear that made him hard where he stood. Deciding to think of anything to get him out of the mood as this wasn’t the time nor the place for such growths, he watched as Autumn made her way from the car with a set of bungee cords. 

“Help me lift him up….” She spoke as both Declan and Autumn struggled to get the man upon the hood of the car. Autumn used her strength to tie the man down tight enough as if he had been an animal on the hood of a car after a kill. The blood that came from his nose from having been hit with such force had begun to stain the hood of the car, before they looked back at the creation they had made together. 

“s**t!” Declan spoke in complete English as the sound of a ricocheting bullet sounded off around them. Within seconds, Declan pinned her to the ground, protecting her from the gunfire-having done so while accidentally having held her down with his weight on top of her.  “So you’re just a tourist, huh?” He asked as she rolled her eyes and pushed him off of her. As the sound of the gunman’s steps approached closer and closer to them, both Declan and Autumn searched for a way out of this position; finding it in a motorcycle having been left unattended while someone made their way to the main office. 

“I picked you as someone who doesn’t steal…” He commented to her as she took the reins of piloting the motor vehicle. “I am NOT sitting shotgun-” As he spoke, the bullet made its way just beside him and crashing into the wall of the building. 

“Then have fun with THAT shotgun, it seems both of you like to point guns at people.” Declan then rolled his eyes as she revved the engine of the motorbike and headed down the road she had come, leaving everything behind, as Declan wrapped his arms around her waist-annoyed at the fact she took control over him.