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“Then be a good girl and go with Victor.” He nods toward the door, and I move my gaze to it. I can’t seem to work my legs for several moments, but eventually, I take a few shaky steps.
I pass Blade and tense when he puts a hand on my lower back.
“There you go,” he says like he’s prodding a child.
When we get to the entryway, he reaches around me and opens the door. Victor is on the other side, standing tall and alert like he never budged after coming out here.
“All done?” Victor asks, his eyes pinned on me.
Blade shoves me forward, and Victor catches me with strong, possessive hands. I shiver and let out a stuttered breath. He spins me around so my back is pressed into him, his erection bulging against my spine.
“Take her to the bunker.”
Victor’s fingers dig into my shoulders. “What?”
Blade’s eyebrows lift. “You need directions?”
“Sir,” Victor begins, letting out a puff of air. “Shouldn’t I take her somewhere more…” He pauses while he searches for a word. “Remote?”
“Jesus Christ, you’re as bad as the girl.” Blade shakes his head. “You’re not killing her tonight. Take her to the fucking bunker, then go take care of our other problem.”
Without even seeing his face, I can tell Victor wants to argue more. He’s quiet a few seconds, his hold on me tight enough that I wince.
Blade waits with a hard look, daring Victor to argue with him.
I wait with them. It’s obvious Blade is in charge by his demeanor and the sheer restraint Victor is practicing, but I wonder how much power Blade really has over him.
Again, I think about begging, this time for him not to leave me alone with this lunatic. Hewantsto kill me. Maybe even worse.
“Yes, sir,” Victor grits, turning us both and shoving me in the direction of the car.
“Victor.”
Victor turns to Blade, and I frantically dart my eyes between them and the car. I wonder if the keys are inside.
“You’re not to lay a hand on her. Do you understand?”
Victor huffs, and it comes out as a mixture of amusement and frustration. “Ever?”
I stop thinking about the vehicle before my mind can take it too far. I’m not being murdered. I’mnotbeing murdered. I’m not fucking that up now.
Ever?
Or just for now?
I’m as on edge about the answer as Victor is.
Blade just narrows his eyes in response.
“She’s gonna be a whore, right?” Victor asks.
My stomach bottoms out.
“That’s none of your fucking—”
“That makes her Lorenzo’s problem. Not yours. And who do you think he’s going to send to pick the little bitch up?”
Blade turns and kicks the door shut, then he stalks over to Victor while I backpedal until I bump into the car. Blade grabs Victor’s shirt and yanks until they’re face to face, and my eyes widen in amazement when Victor lets him.
