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is that ring?
Maxine had been so intent on their conversation she hadn t seen Larry step closer to
the sofa. At such close range, there was no way he could miss Dylan s heart. She
shivered, pressing herself closer to the cold bookcase.
She had to do something! Run and call the cops. She ignored her mind, unable to
leave her Master, not when it was her fault they were here, threatening him. Maybe she
could talk to them, reason with them. Something.
There was a hushed conversation between Larry and Moe, something about time
running out. She saw her Master move, but the gun was immediately back in front of
him. Crap!
She could see the tension in the men s bodies, knew that if she wanted to do
something, it was now or never. Gazing around the lobby, she quickly assessed every
piece of furniture. Everything was too heavy for her to carry except&
It took her only seconds to grab the Chinese vase from its stand. It weighed a lot
more than she d have guessed, but she still managed to grip it tightly between her
hands. She made her way back to the bookcase and saw Larry still in full in-your-face
mode.
Moe was standing with his feet spread wide, the gun slowly inching up as if he was
getting ready to shoot. She didn t even think. She burst into the room and skidded to a
stop right behind him. He must have heard her move because he was already turning
around when the vase crashed against his head. He made a gurgled sound and fell
sideways.
She gaped at the man at her feet, hoping she hadn t killed him. Before she could
think it through, someone cried out behind her. She whirled around. A gun discharged,
a sharp pain resonating in her chest.
Maxine!
Dylan rammed into the other man, both falling onto the marble coffee table. It
didn t shatter, thankfully, and they ended up rolling off it and straight onto the floor.
She watched as they fought, the gun having clearly been kicked somewhere because she
couldn t see it. She hoped it was hiding underneath the sofa, somewhere Larry couldn t
easily get to at least.
Wincing at the sound of bones crunching underneath a hard fist, she stepped
forward in case her Master needed her, only to start feeling faint. Must be all that
adrenaline, she thought as she grabbed the back of a chair and held herself up.
Her head felt heavy all of a sudden. She needed a nap. Or maybe she could just
stand there and wait for the fight to end a fight it was clear Dylan would win maybe
close her eyes in the meantime. Yes, that sounded good.
Max? Someone said her name. Someone who sounded close, but& Oh no, had
Moe woken up?
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She struggled to open her eyes and blinked at the sight of a disheveled Joe. Hey.
Wassup?
He grabbed her by the waist and forcefully pushed her into the chair. Do not
move. The cops are two minutes away, but I need to call and get them to send an
ambulance too.
She looked up at him, the room having started to spin. I don t think Moe needs
one. I didn t see any blood.
Who s Moe? Never mind that. You ve lost enough blood as it is. Fuck, don t die on
me, okay? Dylan would never forgive me.
I won t die. I m fine. She wanted to cross her arms to make a point, but somehow
she couldn t get her hands to move. She looked down at herself and gasped. There was
blood everywhere. What& What happened?
You ve been shot. Here, Joe said, taking his T-shirt off and pressing it below her
shoulder. Does it hurt?
No, she thankfully replied. She d been shot? She couldn t feel anything.
Shit! You re in shock. The paramedics will be here soon and they ll take you to
hospital. You re going to be fine, okay?
Sure. She leaned her head back against the padded chair and closed her eyes.
I m sleepy.
Do not fall asleep, do you hear? Stay awake, sub! he snapped at her.
Yes, Sir. She struggled to obey, forcing her eyelids to move only by sheer will.
When she could see again, she noticed Dylan was struggling to stand up. He was
bleeding too, cuts and bruises all over his body.
Larry was lying on the floor with his legs akimbo, so she guessed he was out for the
count. Thank God. Shouts rang behind her, cops suddenly spreading throughout the
room. The cavalry was here&
How is she?
She must have lost a few minutes, because she couldn t remember seeing her
Master kneel in front of her. She smiled at him. Are you okay?
It should be me asking you that. The paramedics have just arrived. Hang in there,
darling.
He called me darling. She sighed inwardly. The room was spinning again, darkness
calling her name. I m so sorry, Master.
Her body toppled forward and then& nothing.
* * * * *
She saved me!
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Dylan paced the hospital waiting room while his friend watched him from a hard
plastic chair. He d spent the past hour being treated for the various cuts he d gotten
during his brief fight. They d checked his ribs too but they were just sore, not broken.
He couldn t even feel the pain anyway, too anxious about Maxine to concentrate on
anything else.
Can you even believe that? I couldn t find a way out. It was two against one and
they both had guns. I thought I could just make them talk until you or the cops arrived,
but no, she smashed a vase onto that guy s head and then the tall one shot her. Right in
front of me!
You couldn t do anything, Dylan. You know that.
For fuck s sake, I m her Dom! I m supposed to take care of her, not the contrary.
She s going to be fine. Why don t you sit down and
Dylan s booted foot met with the closest chair. It crashed against the wall, the
sound far too loud for anyone not to notice. Fuck! He sat down abruptly and grabbed
his head in both hands. She told me she was sorry. Sorry!
You don t know what she meant. She wasn t really with us.
Because she d been shot!
What the hell is wrong with you? You knew what would happen if you let her stay
with you. She brought those thieves into your house.
She had no choice. They were threatening her.
So that s how it is, Joe muttered as he stared at his long-time friend.
Dylan looked up, their gazes locking. I m falling for her.
I d say you ve already gone past that. You re in love, aren t you?
Dylan nodded. She s just exactly what I wanted in a slave. No. He shook his
head. She s more than that. I& I can t really explain it.
The conversation was cut short when a man wearing dark-green scrubs entered the
room. I have information about the female patient who came in earlier. Name is
Maxine Cole. I was told you were family.
I am. Dylan stood up. They d had to grease a few palms to circumvent hospital
rules, but it was worth it. Trust Joe to know how to work the system. Is she okay?
She s going to be fine. The bullet entered her body through her shoulder and
didn t hit anything vital. It was a through and through too, so that helped. She s going
to be in Intensive Care until we re sure there are no complications, but you can go
ahead and see her now. She hasn t woken up from anesthesia yet, so I can only allow
you in her room for five minutes, tops.
Thanks, Doctor. He clasped the man s hand and shook it. He barely heard the
surgeon talk as he followed him along antiseptic-smelling corridors, all his focus on the
woman he d last seen being carried out of his house, covered in blood and barely
hidden by his friend s shirt.
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He gulped at the thought that all the cops that had swarmed the grounds, all the
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