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much. If she died, a large part of him would go with her. He clenched his
fists and looked her in the eye. “I love you and want you to keep on being my
Mistress for a long time. It nearly killed me to find you passed out on the
floor and not to be able to rouse you. They say that sort of thing’s gonna keep
happening until one day they won’t be able to revive you. I don’t think I could
go on living if I lost you. That’s why I’m begging you to listen to the
doctors.”
    When he said that, she scrunched up her
face and practically yelled, “Get out of my face now, I said. And don’t you
come back in here unless it’s to help me get out of this bed to go home.” Matt
noticed the zigzag patterns on a monitor above her bed start to jump as though
they were on steroids.
    When Matt would have said more, a nurse
grabbed his arm and escorted him away. “Her blood pressure’s gone crazy. You
can try talking to her later,” she said as she shoved him through the door.
    * * * * *
    “She threw me out.”
    Charlie scowled at Matt. “If you care for
our girl, you’ll forget what she told you and get your ass right back in there
as soon as the nurse says it’s okay.”
    “I don’t know. Maybe she’s so used to me
doing everything she tells me to, that she can’t make herself believe I might
have anything worthwhile to say.”
    “Damn it, Keisha loves you though I admit
she sometimes has a funny way of showing it.” Charlie punctuated those words
with a shake of his head. “If there’s anybody on this earth she’ll listen to,
it’s you.”
    Matt doubted that, but he knew he wouldn’t
be able to stay away. Now that he’d taken a little while to mull over what Dr.
Stein had said, he knew it was true. His Mistress was a walking time bomb just
waiting to explode, and she’d just get worse if she didn’t have the surgery. If
Keisha died, he might as well die, too, because without her he knew he wouldn’t
want to stick around.
    He’d lost too fucking many people he cared
for, and he wasn’t about to lose another one if he could do anything to prevent
it. Even if it meant he’d have to break a vow he made to himself twenty years
ago, a promise that he’d never use his strength against a woman or force her to
do anything against her will. Even if it meant he’d have to give up the
security of submitting to his Mistress to save her life.
    Matt squared his shoulders. He tried to
still the tremor in his hands and squelch the terror in his mind. If he was
going to help Keisha help herself, he’d have to take control, something he
hadn’t done except on the football field since he’d become her slave.
    * * * * *
    Drip, drip, drip. The clear stuff flowing from a plastic bag above Keisha’s bed and
down a tube into her arm reminded her of tears—the tears she positively wasn’t
going to shed. She was no sniveling girl, no way.
    Annoying beeps from machines kept
disturbing her every few seconds, as regular as the raindrops that often pelted
her office window during spring storms. She saw worried faces that weren’t
there. Her daddy’s. Matt’s. The skinny fucking doctor’s somber look when she’d
told her with a somber tone that she was lucky to be alive, this time.
    This time. Who’s the bitch to say I’m
gonna keep having these episodes over and over until one of them kills me?
Great-Grandma is close to eighty and she’s okay. So is Grandma. Both of them
are heavier than me.
    Or are they? I’m not sure of that
anymore.
    Keisha tried to move around but they’d
attached her to all fucking kinds of tubes and machines. She had to get out of
this place right now. “Matt,” she yelled when it became obvious she would need
his help to escape.
    Good slave ,
she thought when she saw him standing in the doorway.
    No one would guess by looking at him that
he was a slave of any kind, much less a totally submissive sex slave. With his
short, curly, sable hair—she missed the Jamaican braids he used to