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and I don’t know if it will stay in there if it doesn’t go back down,” she said, looking horrified. Death wanted to laugh at her utterly innocent question.
    “It’s not going down anytime soon, sugar. It has a mind of its own.” Death couldn’t say that his own mind wasn’t right there with it tonight though as he stared at her breasts. They were covered in a thin blue top that hung low, revealing the tops of her silky looking globes. His mouth watered as he thought of sucking on one of those sweet treats.
    “Right, well then,” Becky said as she lifted the blanket off the floor and began arranging it over his legs. She frowned when the covers were shoved upwards by his still randy cock and he chuckled at the glare she gave it. Her eyes snapped to his and they watched each other for a long moment. Death felt an odd tugging sensation in the region of his chest as they continued to stare into each other’s eyes. A thunk sounded in the hall, breaking the spell and making Death worry about her getting caught in here with him.
    “You should go now. Like I said, you don’t want to be caught here if they told you not to,” he muttered.
    “Really, it’s not that big a deal. Evert isn’t a bad guy,” she said, rolling her eyes.
    Damn it. She needed to listen to him. She must not have been here long if she thought they weren’t going to hurt her for doing something they told her not to. Shit, these bastards were likely to hurt her for nothing at all really. That thought didn’t sit well with Death and it made him even more determined to get them both out of here before she was hurt.
    Fuck , what the hell was going on with him? Was he experiencing Stockholm syndrome or something? Why the hell should he care that she could be injured? She was the reason he was here in the first damned place. Death didn’t know but he wasn’t one to think too hard on shit. He just did it and fuck the issues it caused or the way it affected the outcome of things. Yeah, he was too fucking impulsive sometimes. Why did she keep talking about Evert? Who the fuck was Evert anyway?
    “Really, just go,” he growled, his cock finally deflated after thoughts of her ending up like some of this club’s victims ran through his head.
    “I am. I was only here to make sure you were okay after I drugged you anyway,” she snapped as she moved towards the door with a little snotty up-tilt to her nose. Ha, she was going to get all holier than thou when she was the reason he was here. Little witch. He was staring at her ass twitching as she walked away when the creak of the door opening made his insides cringe. His dark eyes moved to the door and he glared hard at the man entering.
    “Ja—Becky, what the hell are you doing in here?” Blade demanded, a dark scowl on his face. Death jerked on his chains wanting to protect her from his wrath. If he hurt her, Death was going to eviscerate him on the way out.
    “Seeing if he was all right after we drugged him,” Becky replied, not looking at all worried about being caught in his room, confirming that they’d likely picked her up just to get her to do this mission and capture him. She had no idea what kind of trouble she was in and that made Death struggle with the chains even harder because she was going to end up getting herself killed if she didn’t watch it.
    “Fine,” Blade growled and eyed him for a moment before allowing Becky to step out the door, catching her arm as she moved past. Death didn’t like that one damned bit. He felt like his wrists were nothing but raw skin from the way he was jerking on them. “We will be discussing this in the hall so don’t go anywhere,” Blade finished, his eyes meeting hers, and Death saw her stare at him for a moment before she nodded and stepped out when he released her.
    “You won’t be breaking those chains, Death, so you might want to stop ripping the skin off your wrists,” Blade muttered sarcastically as he shut the door.
    “Fuck you,