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“Shut the fuck up and put down the gun, Varon,” Owen shot at him. “There’s already two agents behind you and more coming.” Another agent came running as he said it. “Let her go and I’ll let you live.” Owen took another step closer to us.
My heart sped up as Grayson chuckled like he didn’t have a care in the world.
“You hear that, witch? I’ll be joining you in hell. Hmmm,” he hummed in my ear. “Now doesn’t that soundnice.”
I held my tongue as he watched me for a reaction. I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. I would rather die.
More agents barrelled into the hallway, guns raised at us. There was no way for Grayson to get through them all. What the hell was he doing here anyway? He was in the FBI’s headquarters for gods’ sake!
Then it hit me. “Liam,” I warned Owen. Grayson was here for Liam.
Owen’s eyes narrowed and waved at an agent to go check on Liam in his cell.
Grayson chuckled. “Tell me, Becket. Does she still moan my name in her sleep?”
Owen’s face went red with rage, his knuckles a stark white.
Grayson gave a satisfied snort at Owen’s reaction. “I guess she does.” He forced my head up towards his face. “What do you say, nightingale? One last kiss before we die?” He wasn’t looking at me, but at Owen, smirking at the fury that darkened Owen’s face.
Gods, I hated him. I was glad that he had the gun, or I might have pulled the trigger. End up in prison for cold-blooded murder.
I caught Owen’s eye, hoping he understood what I was about to do.
I took a steadying breath and sighed it out, letting my body relax against Grayson.
Grayson’s jaw ticced and he looked down at me, his cunning eyes sweeping over my face. I stared into those evil eyes, reaching deep down into hell, searching for my imprisoned soul.
I swallowed hard as a tear slipped out the corner of my eye.
Grayson’s gaze flickered for a split second, before his mouth turned up in a knowing smile.
“See, dog? She will always want me.” His eyes flicked smugly to Owen before he lowered his head, capturing my mouth in a hard kiss.
My head spun from the familiarity of him, like the feel of his lips were carved on the inside of my bones.
But his kiss was different. It was cruel, punishing, painful. He bit into my lower lip, the tangy taste of blood filling my mouth as he forced his tongue into it, ruthlessly claiming it.
My blood boiled at the intrusion. He had no right to me anymore. He had no right to lay his hands on my body anymore. I didn’t want to belong to him anymore. I wasdonewith this asshole.
I shoved the gun up, away from my face. Then shot my knee up between his legs. I opened my eyes just fast enough to see Owen tackle Grayson to the ground.
Grayson was laughing as the agents bombarded him, restrained him and cuffed his hands behind his back. His grin was cruel and hateful on Owen as they lifted him to his feet. “Next time you feel her up in the janitor’s closet, you’ll have to tasteme.”
Owen didn’t deign him a response, his jaw clenching. He turned to me. “You okay?”
My whole body was shaking uncontrollably, and I wasn’t sure why. But I nodded.
Had we just captured Grayson? Was this it?
Owen picked his gun off the floor and re-holstered it, a grin forming on his lips.
Gods!We captured Grayson.
Director Devereux came marching into the hallway, the agents stepping aside to let him pass.
He stopped before me and Owen, not looking at Grayson. “Everyone okay?” He looked me over, his eyes stopping at my bleeding lip.
“I’m fine,” I murmured hoarsely, unable to make my voice louder.
